When I enter Che Bangs it's plain and simply “all about me.” Wow. What, what a concept, hah? Take, for example, the following description of my typical Che Bangs’ visit: Imagine that before I even sit... Read More
When I enter Che Bangs it's plain and simply “all about me.” Wow. What, what a concept, hah? Take, for example, the following description of my typical Che Bangs’ visit: Imagine that before I even sit down, Walt Turner (Che Bangs’ Salon Service Manager & “CEO”) has already asked me, “Mr. Valois, what can I get you to drink? A glass of red or chilled white wine? Some ice or hot tea, coffee—a mimosa perhaps? By the way, can I offer you an hors d’oeuvres? Or perhaps a desert to accompany your beverage?” And before I know it, Tanya Turner (proprietor & master stylist ) always makes it a point to single me out and take the take time to walk over to my chair and great me with a genuine smile and asks, ”So how's Robert today? How's your mother doing?… and your three children?” Actually, now that I think about it, my once-a-month Che Bangs’ appointment is the only single hour where I can completely relax; my young and quite talented stylist Jasmine knows to leave me to myself throughput the duration of the 25-30 minute massage—and this particular massage is just “to die for:” it begins with the face, where the gentle, soft, soothingly oiled hands of my stylist slowly applying, supplying, rubbing into my face sweet-smelling, aromatic oils, all surrounding. Then massage-stylist Jasmine slides her hands to the my clavicled shoulder muscles. I can almost feel the synapses in my brain fire in rapid succession, signaling my body to be calm, and I settle into to complete relaxation. Then comes the massaging of the whole upper ½ of the lower back. Finally, she finishes by returning back to my face, cheeks, then to my temples and head. Has 15 minutes past? Now comes massage service part two: steaming hot, humid towels are gently, strategically layered upon my face, piece by piece. My face becomes completely covered, only leaving room to breathe wholly through both mouth and nose. Jasmine quietly slides an ottoman underneath my feet—and replies, “be back in 15 minutes, Robert.” And I fall into a Rip VanWinkle, seemingly long, meditative slumber….Jasmine awakens me. Time now for the next phase of the Che Bangs’s men’s hair service, where as we two chat primarily about me and my life, she effortlessly cuts my hair with perfection and with attention to every detail, even trimming my eyebrows. I always walk out of Che Bangs feeling a bit resurrected and looking as if I'm, “styling & profiling,” as slang lingo goes.
In short, I couldn't give a higher recommendation for a hair salon for both men and women. I know the latter to be true, for the Che Bangs’ staff treat my 89-year-old mother as if she's a queen. I suggest trying Che Bangs at least once—I would guarantee with absolute certainty that, afterwards, you'd never go elsewhere for your salon services.
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