... well not exactly for two bits, but about as close as you can get these days. If you're a real man and don't go to one of these sissy "hair salon" places when your mop needs a trim, you should definitely head over to the Frandor Barber Shop. Be prepared for a throw-back to at least the early 70s and I'd say even further back than that. Lime green walls, some super ancient guy shining shoes off to the side, and a bunch of dirty old men telling jokes. It doesn't get any better. I prefer to sit in Phil's chair when he's there, but anyone at the Frandor Barber Shop will do.