Once upon a time, you’d walk into the barbershop to a friendly greeting, take a seat, shoot the breeze and wait your turn. The barber knew your name, took their time getting to know you and what you wanted, even remembered you when you came back. Going to the barber was a ritual, an activity. Heck, even a community.
We’ve still got that right here on Water Street. Great ratings on all the platforms and word on the street. Check it out.