Classic cuts, hot-towel shaves, and a chair that's been earning trust since 1962. No rush, no upsell, no bad fades.
Every barber here apprenticed for two years before touching a paying head. It shows.
Consult, cut, wash, style — and a straight-razor neck finish.
Twenty-five minutes, three towels, one very sharp razor. Bliss.
Zero to whatever you're brave enough for, blended to nothing.
Three owners, one philosophy: a barbershop should feel like the best kind of waiting room — good light, good talk, and nobody watching the clock.
The pomade, the beard oil, the aftershave that smells like this room — all blended for us, all on the counter.
"Moved across town three years ago. Tried the place around the corner exactly once. Some things you don't replace."
Walk-ins welcome — but a booking means zero wait.
41 Corner of King & 9thUnder the striped pole. Obviously.