Most traumatizing manicure of my life.
Upon arrival, I was quickly sat down, even though I was a walk-in. Great, I thought.
Taking a look around, the place was dark, the atmosphere was weird (nobody w... Read More
Most traumatizing manicure of my life.
Upon arrival, I was quickly sat down, even though I was a walk-in. Great, I thought.
Taking a look around, the place was dark, the atmosphere was weird (nobody was talking and a medical documentary was playing on TV). I looked down at the towel that was supposed to be the work area on my station, it was horrendous. Remnants of nail clippings and polish dating from God knows when. I requested a replacement.
Then, after the guy filed my nails and had me soak my fingers in glacial water, he set out to trim. Much to my horror, he was taking out his tools from a regular plastic box, which clearly was not sanitized or even cleaned. In fact, a little mound of nail clippings (again!) was casually roaming around in there.
I pointed it out, and asked if the tools were sterile, he nervously giggled and sprayed the clippers with acetone.
I picked up and left, never to come back. Read Less