When I moved to New York from Los Angeles I felt lost, and what I really needed was a good barber. One day a friend of mine and I talking about going out to clubs. My friend said I look like I could use a hair-cut, man I'm picky I said to him. He took me to mid-town nyc and said don't worry about a thing. I have to admit in the beginning I felt nervous. A tall slender man beckoned me to take a seat, so I did, told him want I wanted and I got just that. He really took care to make sure that I was happy with the job. That was three years ago and up to today I'm still happy with fifth ave barbershop. Every two weeks I'm there thanks to my pal, great looking out.