I have to admit, I LOVED this place the first 50+ times I went there. In fact, I used to rave to anyone who would listen about how great it is. Here's the rundown: the atmosphere is a complete train w... Read More
I have to admit, I LOVED this place the first 50+ times I went there. In fact, I used to rave to anyone who would listen about how great it is. Here's the rundown: the atmosphere is a complete train wreck. Its tacky, ugly, and horrendous. BUT- it's pretty clean. Ive been to many nail salons that stink of Kim chi, this smells clean, and like... well, nail polish. All the women that work there are really really sweet. I'm sure that they put up with a lot of arrogant stuck up Greenwich.... "ladies" (cough psycho femme-bots from hell, cough!). They are all of Hispanic descent. I speak a fair amount of Spanish- I have never once heard them say anything bad about any customer ever. And that says a lot because there's been some real pieces of work in there. They also do a good job with the paint, massage, clipping, filing- whatever. All satisfactory, or even above average. So what's the issue? The very last time I was there I went with two missions- get a pedicure and buy a gift certificate for my Mother. I work in the medical field, I wear scrubs to work. I was in my scrubs- no big deal to me that I look like a hot mess, I'm getting my nails done I'm not going on the red carpet. I don't Cary a designer bag or have Chanel sunglasses, I'm a regular girl- but I make Good money- and I LOVE to spend it. So I'm the only person there. YES! no annoying kids, no chatty bitches on their phones- awesome! My favorite tech starts drawing the bath thing and I plop down in the chair ready to relax. Everythings great, she cuts my nails deals with my cuticles. I always get the callus treatment (it's great!) so she puts the treatment on, wraps up my feet in the hot towel I love so much- AND WALKS AWAY to do a full manicure for some "lady" that showed up. I was livid. 30minutes passes and I decide there's nothing j can do- the towels(now ice cold) are on my feet, there's no escape. She returns to finish. I just silently stewed. I was so sad! My secret pedicure spot! My sweet ladies that I really liked! What has happened?! Ready for the best part? I sat down at the drying station and the massage girl arrives. She smiles, puts her hand on my tummy and says "baby?" okay- I'm fat, I'm the first to admit. But i have never once in my lifetime been asked if I was knocked up, not one time! I nearly died and just replied, "no, yo estoy gorda" meaning- no, I'm fat. I hope she was embarrassed as I was in front of muffy and Buffy who were holding in a chuckle while across the table from me in their size two true religion jeans. Never again will I go there. It really breaks my heart too. Read Less