The closest most men get to being pampered is a haircut and a shave — a devotional too often ruined by its attendant displeasures, e.g., a butt-stiffening bench wait in the company of Brylcreem-stained Newsweeks.
Owner and twenty-five year grooming vet Shorty Maniace had a novel idea when he built the place: offer premium trims and straight-razor shaves, and toss the walk-up-only, in-and-out-in-twenty mentality.
On offer: talent. Shorty worked his way to master status from sweeping shop floors. Man can vet a team. Team can perform the necessaries skillfully.
And reading materials are second to none, with graphic novels, a definitive guide to beard maintenance and the occasional stashed Playboy on tap.
Plus: fresh produce. Refer to the apple box on the counter. Help yourself.
No lines, though.