Classic Cut

There is something about walking into a real barbers that just feels so much better than waking into a poncey ‘hair salon’ that is mainly aimed at women but are happy to ‘fit you (men) in just to fill the time’.
You go in there, you see little bits of paraphernalia that you recognise and reassures you that you are getting a mans haircut. The cut throat razor, the badger bristle shaving brush, that roll of grease proof paper they unfold around your neck before putting the cloak over you, the over-​sized cotton bud soaked in meths that they set fire to… woah, what? What IS that thing, put it out!
A proper Turkish hair dresser this, and as of today it is my hairdresser/​barber of choice. You are greeted with a smile and almost immediately have your head bent forwards into a sink having your hair washed. No lounging back in a big leather chair, no head massage, you are there for a haircut dude!
Down to the serious subject of cutting: great attention to detail, not at all rushed but they attack the job knowing that a man that wants/​likes to spend an hour in the chair is a rare beast.
Going back to that flaming over-​sized cotton bud, well, it is an old Turkish method of getting rid of any hairs in your ears apparently… it gets repeatedly flicked in your ears with one hand as the other hand makes sure you don’t go up in flames. Kinda scary, but an experience that everyone gets when there, whether you have bushes billowing from your ear canal or not (as is my case).
I like it here, and will be back to try the morning shave, hot towel and face massage.