My Nails

My Nails has the best combination of price and quality out of all of the nail salons I have tried in Indianapolis. I’ve been coming to My Nails for the past 5 years, during which time the prices have not gone up like other places. I started here getting my nails done consistently once or twice a month, but have since moved further away and now only get them done for special occasions.
You definitely need to make an appointment if you want to get in. They used to have availability for walk-​ins, but have been booked fairly solid the last few times I’ve gone. The nail techs, Gio and Quinn, are both very nice and remember you every visit, even if it’s been many months since you’ve last visited. They have even kept the shop open late when I was delayed for my appointment because of traffic. They are very accommodating to their regulars.
The only downsides are lack of a website and online scheduling capability. Appointments can be made only by calling. The nail techs frequently take calls during their appointments, which could be cut down quite a bit if they had an online appointment requesting system.
Also, they have a small dog that is sometimes in the shop with them. The dog is old and just sits around, but just an fyi if you have an allergy to dogs.
As far as payment, cash is preferred, but credit cards are accepted. They prefer cash so they don’t have to pay the transaction fees on credit cards, so I take cash when I visit now. Personal checks are not generally accepted, unless you are a regular.

I have never left a nail salon before– until this place. There is a reason it wasn’t on Unilocal as it doesn’t deserve to be.
They brought me in and put me into a spa pedicure chair that has been haphazardly painted (wtf). As I’m sitting and soaking I realize there are at least 7 people ahead of me for two women. They also take any waxing that walks in. Each had at least two people in nails going at once and then would get up and wax. Fine I think-​this will take some time. I asked to pick out a color and was handed a basket of poorly painted cards — if you can’t paint a inanimate target with a steady hand, what are you going to do with my nails?! While I was waiting patiently I began to look around — at the pumice stones and brushes laid out at each station that looked like a science experiment and realized this was no place for me.
Needless to say I left, wet feet and all and didn’t look back. I work in healthcare and have no doubt this place contributes to that angry, red, infected cuticle look of a dirty salon.