Hair's The Place

There is something about me and LA and haircuts.  For the past 10 months that I have lived down here I have only had my hair cut once in LA.  No I haven't grown dreadlocks, I've gotten it cut up in NorCal the other times.  But I needed to get a cut pretty bad. I didn't want to look shaggy for Vegas (that post coming soon!).  Some of you might remember my last haircut in LA at the fancy salon.  Let's just say that experience was a tad bit embarrassing.  But I was ready to get back out there and I scoured the internet for another barber.  I stumbled upon Hair's The Place.  It had 33 reviews and every single one was 5 stars!  In internet land that is just ridiculous.  There is almost always some snarky, bitter guy willing to bash your business and give you a crap review because he had a bad day.  But Hair's the Place's reviews were flawless. And all of them raved about Pamela.  Who was this Pamela? I was intrigued. 

I had to get my cut during my lunch break and luckily the place was only a few blocks away.  I tried to open the door to the tiny shop and the door was locked.  Odd.  Soon Pamela was hugging her customer and ushering the man out the door and letting me in.  Pamela is hard to describe, she is just, wow.  See for yourself.

Pamela

A real woman barber.  She was extremely proud of her shop.  She gave me a tour of her place, showed me her beer fridge and offered me one.  Then she sat me down to talk about my hair.  She was thrilled when I told her how I wanted my hair cut.  She said I was glad that I wanted it "up".  Pamela said, "When I see a guy wearing his hair down it makes me think he is a little weasel, a push over."  She then told me I was about to get the best haircut of my life.  Literally, she said that.  You have to admire this woman's confidence.  After shampooing my hair she got to work cutting.  She told me at least five times how she got her master barber's license in Hawaii.  The conversation ranged from her dog's (complete with photos) to my nor cal origins.  When I told her I used to live in Sonoma County, she wanted to know if I grew pot.  Soon she was putting a large amount of gel in my hair and spraying me with some kind of cologne.  Next it was a strait razor shave on my neck and sideburns, which I have to admit I liked a lot.  All the while Pamela was telling me how good I looked and how I was going to look so hot for Vegas.  After dousing me in aftershave, Pamela finished the cut off by blow drying my hair.  All in all it was a pretty good experience.  Word's can't aptly describe the whole experience because Pamela's personality is just too big.  When I told her that I was going to blog about her she was ecstatic.  "I've never been on a blog!" she exclaimed.

I think everyone should go see Pamela at least once.  The experience is worth 5 stars for sure and she is pretty reasonable for the amount of attention she gives you.  Plus beer?  Pretty awesome.  But, the jury is still out on if I will go back.  There is a little more to the story that I can't post here, but if you are really curious ask me about it sometime (and no it's nothing like that, get your mind out of the gutter :^)

The cut immediately after

The cut after a little gel was taken out. Thoughts?