Lots of very well groomed people going in and out. I felt a bit out of place, and shaggy.
They got me in a little early, and the guy dealing with me was surprised when I told him I've cut my own hair for 20 years. However, he said that I do a passable job for an amateur.
They use a shavette, which is a straight with a replaceable blade, eliminating the need to sharpen.
Lots of creams, ointments and lather.
Two hot towels, then a cold one after the shave.
It was as much a production as a cut and shave.
Mrs. CW saw me after the haircut and immediately exclaimed, "You look younger!" I'm sure they slipped her a fiver to say that. On the other hand, when you start as a shaggy neanderthal with a three day growth of stubble, it's not hard to improve that appearance.
The Wingmaster was assigned a dimpled gal to provide his cut.
While you wait they offer a complimentary adult beverage. I sampled Rebel Yell, neat.
You need it when they wrap your face like this in a hot, wet towel.
Neither the WM or I got nicked, and the shaves were quite close. The guy who did me told me he has a collection of 30 straight razors. That made me feel a bit better about my own little group of cut throats.
I wouldn't do this often, but it really was a fun and relaxing way to spend a morning.
The Wingmaster was rocking the well groomed but tough guy look.