How can I even begin to explain my experience here?I truly wish I was exaggerating this review.I walked in on a Friday afternoon around 5. They sat me, my boyfriend, and cousin immediately. It was fun... Read More
How can I even begin to explain my experience here?I truly wish I was exaggerating this review.I walked in on a Friday afternoon around 5. They sat me, my boyfriend, and cousin immediately. It was fun. My cousin told me this is the place she always goes and I figured I'd give it a shot. We conversed with our artists and what-not. I had gel and got gel. First off, the lady did not let my gel soak long enough. The acetone wasn't on my nails for even 5 minutes. She then proceeded to rip off my gel manicure, which is quite painful. But she proceeded to do her job. In the process, she managed to break 2 of my nails. I don't like getting acrylic nails so I try my hardest to keep my nails healthy and long. She chipped TWO of them while getting the gel off. She offered a silk-wrap (I believe that's what it's called) free of charge. As she did my nails, there was a lot of error. As someone who is particular about the outcome of my nails, I am very vocal and am very capable of communicating clearly what I want to my artist. When I would bring up an error, she would demean my cues and say something along the lines of "I'm not done, it'll be better what it's finished, etc. etc."First off, she filed my nails HORRIBLY. They were crooked, uneven, and on some fingers, the length of the nail was NO WHERE NEAR close to the length on the opposite hand. I was so fed up I decided to file my own nails and attempt to fix some of the damage that this lady has caused. At least now they are straight thanks to no one but myself. Then we got to the nail polish. They polish was UNEVEN. She didn't get the corners, and on some fingers she painted my finger. I swear to you, an 8 year old could have done the same polish job that these people did. There were hairs in my polish, there were bubbles, my polish shrank when I put it under the light. I brought these problems to her attention as they came and she insisted that nothing was wrong with my nails. My cousin even assured me to wait til the end because bubbles and crinkles in my polish can be covered by other layers. Okay. So I waited. The final result? A.W.F.U.L. I could have done a better job myself. But I was very respectful. I knew this lady worked hard and I told her, quietly to avoid a scene, "I know you worked very hard for these nails, but I an genuinely unhappy with the outcome. I don't think it would be fair for me to pay full price." As soon as I said this, the lady, in Vietnamese, told ALL of her coworkers, "SHE DOES NOT WANT TO PAY AT ALL." She literally screamed this to the whole store, in Vietnamese. I know this because my cousin speaks Vietnamese. Like a flock of seagulls flying toward some dropped fresh fries, EVERY. SINGLE. EMPLOYEE., even those that were working on other people, crowded me, LITERALLY screaming at me in Vietnamese. The manager pounced at me and grabbed my hand and, still screaming, insisted there was nothing wrong with my nails. I told her I was unhappy. She then said that I must either pay full-price or take them off. I told her I do not have time to get them taken off and I knew that, since they were all screaming and mad at me, that I risked even further damage to my nails. So I told her, "Okay, I'll pay," and she CONTINUED to scream at me about how I have to pay. At that point, I was fed up. I had to assert myself because this woman was treating me like trash. So I held my hand up, in a 'stop' manner and firmly told her, "I said I will pay!"My issue was not paying. I had come into the store with the intention to get my nails done well, pay, and leave. Paying was not the issue, paying $27 for an awful nail job, a service that could have been done for free with better work, was the problem.When I paid, the lady who swiped my card handed my recipt and credit card to my cousin. My cousin is not authorized to sign for me, so my cousin handed it to me and I told the lady, "Next time, you hand this over to me." WELL THERE WILL NOT BE A NEXT TIME, SWEETIE. Absolutely not. I believe I was very respectful, and my boyfriend and cousin reassured me that I was being respectful the whole time. Like I said, I WISH I exaggerated this whole experience.As soon as we left, I broke down into the worst anxiety attack I have ever had. I truly did not deserve to be treated this way, and all the women in the store were very awful. Will not be going back, and I really hope you don't go either. Save yourself the trouble and put your nails through a paper shredder. You'll get the same results. Read Less