Huckers

I popped into Huckers the other day, having decided to spend a little extra to ensure a good cut. Initially, I was satisfied with the classy(ish), relaxed feeling of the place as I waited for the next stylist to become available. When it came to my turn, the stylist neglected to ask my name or even make eye contact with me. I explained to the reflection of the side of her head what cut I wanted but was told by the indignant hairdresser that my request was impossible as "my hair was too straight", and therefore she could only take a centremetre off the whole thing: "That's the cut you want". Patiently, I endeavoured with the fact that that is what I had had before elsewhere and had been extremely satisfied. My appeal fell on deaf ears and I was told that it would look like a bad cut which she wasn't prepared to give. After continuing to my attempt to convey my knowledge of my own hair to the stylist, I decided that our relationship would blacken the final result of my trim and I relinquished to the arguement she seemed to be playing: that I should not have my hair cut at all. And promptly walked out

Tried this place in December 2007. I was passing & decided to get a manicure & pedicure before flying to Egypt for Christmas. Great find. I was done by Pat, a sweet Jamaican lady,who gave me the best pedicure of my life. I am writing this 4 weeks later and my toes & feet look as though they have just been done. But, even better, Pat gave me some good advice about footcare which I find really works. She is pricier than some of the other places I have used, but she is worth the premium, not least because she & her room & her instruments are so clean. Hygiene matters to her.

I did not have my hair cut (I'm female), but Pat tells me Dennis upstairs has a very loyal clientele. He certainly seemed a nice guy.