"This is the worst salon I’ve ever stepped foot in. In fact, this is the worst business I have ever encountered in San Francisco. I accompanied my boyfriend who needed a haircut, meaning I did not in fact get my hair cut here (and wouldn’t get my hair cut here if you threatened to bite off my fingers). Aside from two angsty hair “stylists,” there wasn’t a single customer in the place. Upon our arrival, one of them- in a huff of exaggerated annoyance- skulked to the back room to avoid us, while the other begrudgingly asked what we wanted. She sat my boyfriend hastily down and before we could finish telling her what we wanted, she spritzed his hair with some water and started cutting around his head like a bowl cut. No shampoo, no comb. She didn’t say a word the entire time, only scowled (granted it only took five minutes of careless snipping). If we hadn’t feared that she would stab us in the throat with her scissors, we certainly would have told her to forget it and walked out. The first time she actually spoke was to ask my boyfriend how much tip he wanted to leave. Are you serious? Don’t get me wrong- I’m a huge tipper, but this was the worst service I have ever, EVER encountered. The five minutes of shiy hair cutting came to $26, and now she wants a tip? Frankly, she was a bih and the haircut sucked. No tip for her, no second visit for us."

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