Classic Nails stole one hour of my life that I can never, ever get back. I walked in off the street one afternoon because I wanted to get Shallac on my fingers. I didn't have an appointment, so I wasn... Read More
Classic Nails stole one hour of my life that I can never, ever get back. I walked in off the street one afternoon because I wanted to get Shallac on my fingers. I didn't have an appointment, so I wasn't surprised when I was asked to sit and wait 15 minutes. About 20 minutes later I was seated.I had asked the price of Shellac when I first walked in and was told $20. What a deal, I thought. After waiting, I was then told that if I wanted a whole manicure, I was going to have to pay $38. I opted for a shape, buff and polish instead- that was the $20 one. In a classic miscommunication, I was told that my cuticles would be attended to, but in reality, this was only included in the $38 version. In a flustered and mixed-up decision, I chose to keep on with my cheapskate treatment (which is ridiculous of me, who wants a nice polish done on overgrown and pealing cuticles??). That aside, my manicurist when to work Shellacing. I had gotten this done at a couple other places before and was pretty familiar with the procedure. After 30 minutes of applying coats and setting under the heat (as per normal), it became very clear that something was wrong. The polish hadn't set correctly and was playable and bubbly. She looked at me and said, "Something wrong, pick new color." What?? Not being happy with my decision to forgo the proper manicure and also being incredibly short of time (I had already been there an hour), I asked her to please just take it all off. I was going to leave. After some heated Vietnamese conversations with the other staff, she set out hastily removing the Shallac. When she was done, my nails looked dehydrated and basically, like total crap. She looked up at me, straight faced and said "Okay, wash your hands and then you can go." With that I took my annoyed self and my shitty looking nails and stormed out of that little shop, vowing never to return. Read Less