Barber Supreme

Recently did some travel overseas — no one cuts hair like these guys. Best barbers I have used.

Chris and Matt have created a great environment to sit down, have a beer and a chat while getting a great haircut. The best service I’ve had in Sydney and the best price too!

Great place for a traditional cut and straight razor shave. Really great environment, and inviting barbers. Will be back again for sure. Thanks for the great cut and shave.

I went to a preview for The Rocks Village Bizarre a few weeks ago and stood transfixed by an old school barber’s chair that had been set up on a raised platform within a type of auditorium hired out for the event.
I know what those old-​styled barbers chairs mean. They mean men with beards and badger-​hair shaving brushes. They mean insanely sharp cut-​throat razors tended by strong hands versed in the form and subtlety of a craft as old as man himself. They mean no more faux Italian barbers with their cheap hair gel and their insincere smiles, their short back’n’sides and their production-​line philosophy. They mean MAN LOVE, dammit. Girls have their facials and their manis and pedis and whatever else it is they do to themselves, and what do men have? Nothing, save a bold, beautiful renaissance in the art of the old-​school barber.
Up I strode. And met Matt, one of the proprietors of Barber Supreme located just down the road down on George St in The Rocks. He sat me back, reclined the chair, lathered me up not once but twice with a hot towel appliqué in between and then went to work with his cut-​throat razor, tending to my face with an expertise I’ve not experienced for maybe a decade.
That half an hour made me feel like a man. A man who will not go quietly into the night, but one who will stand up proudly and say «Yes! I am a man and I am not afraid to be cared for by other men who know their way around a knife! Here is my throat! Take your razor, take it and make me beautiful you grand, bearded gentleman!»
I walked out of there two foot taller and more attractive to women. Somehow I had learned how to speak Spanish and dance the Lambada in that time also. I wonder what mad man skillz I will be left with next time. Oh yes, there will be a next time.