After both of my older cousins and my best friend told me how amazing this salon is, I decided to take a break from the salon I frequent in DuPont and come here. I was initially excited. They have an ... Read More
After both of my older cousins and my best friend told me how amazing this salon is, I decided to take a break from the salon I frequent in DuPont and come here. I was initially excited. They have an extensive polish color selection and complementary drink menu and offer fresh bowls of fruit with their services.I was assigned to Helen and liked her right away. I'm often chatty with my nail technicians, and she spoke to me the entire time. When it came to my color selection, she recommended that the one I'd liked would be too light and that she should paint a darker color under it to help it show. I was hesitant, as I stick to the same type of polish every time I get my nails done but I figured I was in a new (to me) salon so maybe I should listen to her suggestion. The color ended up not looking bad... but also not looking exactly like I like mine to. So I paid and left and told myself that I would end up liking it and that it would be fine. After about an hour or so I decided I probably shouldn't be trying to convince myself to like something that I paid for, and I went back to the salon. Thank GOD for the receptionist. I wish I had gotten her name so I could commend her customer service. She understood and basically told me that it was okay, it happens, she could tell when I left that I wasn't satisfied and that I could come back later in the week to have it redone as it was 30 minutes until closing time and no one was available to fix it. I went back on Friday, and explained the situation to the employee who greeted me. I then saw the receptionist who'd helped me previously and she explained what I'd needed. I was again set up with Helen. I was a little uncomfortable, as I could tell when I sat down that she wasn't happy about having to redo my nails. She didn't say hello, she didn't ask me if I wanted anything to drink, she didn't even smile. She told me where to sit and went to get her supplies. That part I understood and had actually anticipated. I wasn't under the impression that she would be excited about seeing me back but I certainly wasn't expecting the awkwardness. She let my nails soak in acetone and got up repeatedly to have conversations with her coworkers. They would occasionally glance at me, so I felt like she was discussing my situation while I couldn't understand what she was saying. That may or may not be the case, I'm just stating what it looked like from the customers prospective. When she sat back down, I tried to talk to her about how the past few days at work had been and she did answer me, but it was short. I didn't try to converse any more after that. When she was finished and she asked me if I liked them, I told her yes. Because she did them like I like them done, without the darker color under the lighter one. She told me that I should have said something the last time because it wastes my time and her time and the salons money for me to have to come in to have it redone and she wasn't busy when I came in today and that's why she fixed it for me. I told her that I had come back not long after I'd left and she told me she knew that already because someone else told her. I try to be empathetic when I come in and am serviced anywhere, because my job is hard too. I work in healthcare, and I have to deal with a lot of different personalities with a smile on my face whether I feel like smiling or not. Because that's how you deal with people when you're in a professional environment. I didn't need to hear about her wasted time or wasted money. Nor did I need to feel like I was an inconvenience while I was there. It wouldn't even matter whether or not I like my nails after she redid them, because I will NEVER be back at this salon. It was the worst experience with a technician I've ever had. She got up and walked away after that conversation, so I left her tip with the front desk and left. Read Less