Mane Difference

Great with kids.
Quick, stylish cuts.
Mostly regular customers that wouldn’t post here…
…don’t let the poor reviews deceive you.

When I say I got the worst haircut of my life at this place (today), I’m not exaggerating.
The haircut was supposed to be skin, sides and back, with a fade; longer in the front on top, faded to skin at the back. The same haircut I get every time.
The whole time she was cutting my hair with the clippers, it felt as though she were deliberately hitting me on the head with them. Repeatedly.
After the haircut, I looked like I had mange. It was so bad that I had to go back to have them ‘fix’ it. It had only been a few minutes, but the barber who cut my hair had already left. She apparently lives close by, so they called her and she came right in (kudos).
After the ‘fix’, I basically had a #1 haircut all over, with the exception of a ridiculous-​looking fringe at the front, which the barber graciously offered to cut off for me.
I declined, pointing out that I could finish off the damage on my own (for free) with my own set of clippers at home.
At the very least, I would have expected a call from the owner, apologizing. What I got instead, first, was the excuse that my hair was the problem (same hair I’ve always had — never had a problem before). When I pointed out the absurdity of that excuse, the barber shifted the burden to the clippers. Bad clippers! Only at the very end of the exercise did a second barber suggest that the butcher who cut my hair offer my money back.
I declined. She obviously needs the money — if for nothing else, for refresher training.

So when I first moved to this area two years ago, I was lured by a free haircut coupon I received in the mail to this salon. Against my best judgment, my wallet beckoned me to try it. The spin display with off brand greeting cards in the front and the 80 year old women with drawn on eyebrows SHOULD have confirmed my gut feeling… and I should have hightailed it outta there. Again, my wallet beckoned me not to judge. Worst haircut ever. I asked for a TRIM to my long length and layers. I looked like a brown-​haired Carol Brady. The girl was only 19, claimed she was doing hair for years. Cut one shelf-​like layer in my hair, ruining the shape I brought with me from Nashville’s way better salons. It took a good year to grow my hair out so that it wasn’t so short with a Carol Brady swing. Truly awful. The place smelled badly of perm, which I believe is the go-​to ‘do here… poodle curl.
This place seems great for much older senior ladies, with a hometown everyone knows everyone vibe… but without the style you’d look for when wanting an up-​to-​date hairstyle. Free isn’t worth it…