When you’re OCD a good haircutter is hard to find. I like to mix up my styles and you’re always guaranteed to walk away looking fresh after a cut from Kolby. Don’t mind his thuggin’ ink, he’s a damn sweetheart. He never leaves any long hair stragglers when I go short, the fade is always on point, and if you ever want to re-visit the early ’90’s he’ll throw in some straight steps. My Grandpa came here for years, I’ve been going for years, and now my wife goes to Kolby. Once you go see Kolby(or Fitzy as we call him in the SLC) you’ll be hard pressed to find a better cut. The owner, Al, is a baller, too. And no surprise it’s Kolby’s dad. Prices are great, too. Not that that matters because I’d spend a Hamilton on a Kolby-cut. I’m out. Mic drop.