Salong Andreas

Not the fanciest hairdresser I have been to, but one of most interesting for Stockholm.
Drop-​in means that you’ll rarely have to wait more than one hour. If the queue is long, they take your name and the neighborhood is nice enough to ease the waiting time. But you can’t really choose who is going to take care of you.
They don’t have the capability to wash your hair, and hairdresser expertise is very nice considering the price.
I would recommend this place if you want to refresh a good haircut, or if you are changing hairstyle and doing a transition haircut. Or that your haircut is simple and don’t require use of several techniques.

I can just confirm the other reviews I found here. I dropped in without reservation and waited only a few minutes. The hairstylist who served me was professional and polite. He asked what I wanted before doing anything, but when he had the needed hints, he was absolutely confident. The result was exactly what I wanted. I have a regular cut, thus I couldn’t say how they would perform for something very fancy, but in my case it is a well deserved five stars.

Today was my 70^th birthday and I’d been postponing a haircut for 2 months. It can be intimidating to get a haircut in a foreign city and language. The barber shop was easy to find off the Slussen T, and I was a walkin around noon. I wound up getting one of the haircuts of my life. I don’t think my barber was Ephram, and we didn’t exchange names, but he treated my haircut as a serious business, and, what the heck, I got a beard trim as well. Every time I thought he was through cutting, he would start again, cutting at the next level. My wife says it was the best haircut ever. I loved the experience of being pampered. I took all of his suggestions, and they all improved the cut. My only regret is that, as a tourist in Stockholm for the first time, I will probably never be able to get another chez Andreas Salong. I’ve never been to another barber in Sweden, so I have no comparisons, but this one was the best ever. BTW it was the first place in Sweden I couldn’t pay with a credit card. They trusted me to walk down the street to the ATM and return with the money.

The relationship that a man develops with his barber is not in vain. The relationship is intimate. As a kid, you grow up with the same guy cutting your hair for 15 years. As an adult, your barber becomes your eyes and ears to the world, sharing his knowledge of current affairs, politics, women, the local neighborhood’s gossip (yesmen can gossip sometimes). Your barber is far more than the guy who cuts your hair. He’s your friend. Your confidante.
These barbers know how to cut your hair, they’ve seen it change. They’ve seen it grow curlier, more abundant, grayer, less abundant. They adapt to changes in style and fashion, but they never cease to give you a bad haircut.
Changing barbers is a tough choice for a number of reasons. When you do it out of choice, you feel disloyal. When you do it out of obligation, you feel anxious and afraid.
I haven’t lived in the same city for more than 5 years in the last 15. So I forgot what it’s like to have a good barber anymore. One that I can trust.
So I hadn’t gotten my hair cut in over a month which, if you know me, is an extremely long time. My hair grows extremely fast and it fros out. Which is NOT in anymore. Especially when your hair looks like mine.
Talked to some coworkers. No one had any firm suggestions. They pointed me to a street and told me to find one there. Instantly knowing Stockholm, its fashion and its prices, I feared the worst. I knew I was going to get a shit haircut and pay $ 100 for it.
Then I spotted Salong Andreas. It was not a salon, but a barber. I walked in ten minutes before it closed. A gentleman came out from behind a curtain. Good-​looking guy and well-​kempt (knows good fashion), darker skin, thicker hair, probably Middle-​Eastern (knows my hair), and the sign read 210kr ($ 35). Couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed too good to be true. But he didn’t cut my hair yet.
So he talks to me about my hair. Asks me how I want it. As I start talking, he nods. Then he proceeded to complete my sentences exactly as I would’ve. He knew exactly what I wanted. And unlike my barbers from the last 15 years, didn’t give me that completely clueless, stumped look that I’ve come to expect. I was putting my life in this guy’s hands, and I didn’t doubt it for a second.
Ephram (his name) gave me the best haircut I’ve had in two decades. He did it with style and finesse. He was a master of his trade. He used scissors like my childhood barber from Italy did. He was fast and he made it look effortless. He asked me how it was as he was going through, and he was one of the best conversationalists I’ve known. We talked about our heritage, Sweden, the US, Arabs, 9/​11, Christians (he’s a Lebanese-​Christian and I’m an Egyptian-​Christian), Swedish women, cost of living, etc. etc. etc. I could actually see going out and grabbing beers with this guy as totally normal and fun.
When it came time to pay, I realized I didn’t have enough. He told me not to sweat it, pointed me to the nearest ATM, I ran down, grabbed my cash, came back, paid, and told him that he was my new barber and that he could expect to see me every three to four weeks. Thanks Ephram! You rock!