Keepin’ it real on 9th Ave.

Since moving to NYC, my priorities have been as follows:
- Find somewhere to sleep.
- Find somewhere (hopefully more than once a day) to eat.
- Find a damn good barber.
The latter of that list has proved itself most difficult. Sure — I haven’t walked around the streets of NYC looking like a wildebeest (yes, that’s how it’s spelled — weird, right?), but I’ve not been to the same barber twice. After 6 years with the same barber in Dallas — I was hard-pressed to find the same unrequited love in New York City…that is…until today.
Today, June 28th 2011, marks the triumphant discovery of New Barber Shop.
I’d like to thank Google for this discovery. The past few barbers and hairstylists that I have been to were pure recommendation…so I decided to turn to the trusty interwebs.
I took my boy PK along for the ride — just in case it ended up to be a horrible haircut…I wouldn’t be the only guy with a bad ‘do. It’s unrequited love…you know the deal.
Reminiscent of Cuba — or literally picked out of Havana and transported to West Chelsea — the news plays on the 14″ television (in Spanish) while Manolo and Pedro banter back and forth in grumpy old man Spanish that I can barely understand. The walls are plastered with photos, posters, old clients, new clients, babies — apparently my barber, Manolo, has been cutting hair for awhile (some Google review read 60+ years) and there are “thank you’s” and “we love you’s” and signed headshots and a giant photo of Marilyn Monroe…because really…what’s a barbershop without a hot babe on the wall?
PK and I took a photo in (yeah — we were those guys) and Manolo and Pedro went to work. Hair (and Spanish slang) started flying while these guys took us from ruffians to well-groomed gents in under 30 minutes. Manolo shot quick questions at me, “Is that short enough?”, “Square on your neck? Or Round?”, “Short sideburns?” thru his banter with Pedro and some other patrons in the shop, clearly discussing the news and a girl named Marianna who he seemed to have an opinion about.
In the end — Manolo was meticulous about my quaff and on top of it all — the cut only cost me $14. (Yeah — that’s right…no typo there). Fourteen big ones.
Hats off to New Barber Shop. Drop by and tell them Will sent you.
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William Lanier, Editor, keeping things in line…