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I never imagined that a haircut could make me embarrassed to leave my apartment. I needed a last-minute cut (job interview that, incidentally, I wouldn't be caught dead at after getting this cut), and my normal stylist wasn't available. Since my style is easy and basic, I figured "what the heck?" and went to Astor Place Hair since it's a "New York tradition." As it turns out, it's a "New York tradition" like street cart coffee is a "New York tradition"--sometimes NYCers specifically like things to be terrible show how "tough" and "real" we are. Having a shockingly bad haircut says "I don't mess around with no hoity-toity kinda place." And, indeed, hoity-toity this place ain't . I told the "stylist" (read: man who owns a pair of scissors) very specifically what I wanted. He nodded and proceeded to chop all my hair off more or less at random until I didn't have much left. I kept saying things like "What are you doing?" and he would respond "Giving hair cut." Finally, I guess he got tired, because he put his scissors down and said "Is good?" I told him that no, it was not good, and asked why he hadn't done any of the things I asked him to. In his broken English, he tried to convince me that this WAS what I had asked for--because, you see, I had asked for a #3 on the sides and in back, and he did, at some point, somewhere, use a #3; also, I had asked for it to be 3 1/2 inches on top, and he found a few strands of hair right at the top of my head which were, well, not 3 1/2 inches, but at least 2. Bottom line: if you like the idea that you don't need "fancy stuff" like a hairdresser with aesthetic sense or rudimentary competence, by all means, go here. All others, avoid my fate. Do yourselves a favor and forget this "street-cart barber."
Pros: Cheap--until deep depression sends you to a therapist
Cons: Worst haircuts on planet Earth
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