For all it's hype and history, SF is still a bit provincial and can't be compared, let's say, to LA or NY. So it came as a surprise when I found this place. Last Friday, after rambunctious rendezvous late afternoon, I, in uplifted mood, was traveling down the market street when something caught my eye. A cursory glance had me convinced the name of the place was ""Mephistopheles"". ""Hhhmm..""- I thought ""How Faustian, and naughty, to name a place this way"" So, against my habit and guided by curiosity, I brisked in. The interior was chic and somewhat decadent. I was promptly seated by a kind, curvaceous redhead who introduced herself as Alla. ""Sound heavenly"" I said, she smiled. Not to be self deprecatory, my hair, just like me, is a challenge to work with. So I was curious and skeptical whether someone so good looking can do the job. A wash was quite refreshing- the girl has magic hands. A cut was better than I expected and left me feel and look younger. and The blowdry was gentle and effortless. (I know few stylists who do exceptional work, but I never thought it all could be done without pain-I was wrong) voala! - a new me! Well, an old me and with a pretty darn good do. My mantra is ""It's not the salon, it's the stylist"" so I asked Alla for the card. Later that day, while sipping coffee at Peet's I pulled out the card redhead had given me. It stated- Alla agent of change @ Metamorphosis. ""Metamorphosis? Hmm. That's not Faustian at all. Clever never less""
Pros: Alla the agent of change ;)
Cons: Location- a bit far from where I live.