You might think that male pattern baldness would make going to the barber easy. Less hair to cut should mean an easier haircut. Apparently, it is, as long as you’re in America. For some reason, while living in Asia, I’ve had trouble finding a barber who can give me a decent bald-man’s haircut. Most of the places that I’ve been to have either trimmed around the edges, making me looking like Bozo the Clown, or have shaved me almost bald, which I don’t mind, but which my wife doesn’t like.
Again, I’m a bald man, and I don’t have very high expectations. “Handsome” is something I’ve given up on a long time ago (I don’t even think about “sexy”). Nowadays, my standard is: “not ridiculous.” And yet Asian barbers can’t seem to get up to that level. Far too often, I’ve walked out of an Asian barbershop disappointed. It could be me, I don’t know.
Since the time of the smartphone, I’ve kept photos of a good haircut that I got in America. I show the pictures to barbers when I visit. Again, American barbers see the pictures, and can give me exactly what I want. But Asian barbers have difficulties.
In Vietnam, the first place that I went to gave me a so-so haircut, but it was really expensive – about US$15. That isn’t a bad price by American standards, but it’s way more than I think I should be paying in the Vietnam economy. And it wasn’t a great haircut, just so-so. When it was time for my next haircut, my wife took me to the place where she gets her hair done. They did an acceptable job that time. But the second time I went, it was Bozo the Clown again.
That’s why I was so happy with the place that I went to today. Brothers Barbers is a real gem. It was a little hard to find. We had to walk through a clothes shop to get to the staircase in the back alley. But when I saw the place, I knew it had promise.
The shop is like a combination of man cave and barbershop. While you’re waiting your turn, you can enjoy a single-malt whisky from their selection, or smoke a Cuban cigar on the balcony.
As soon as Mr. Quoc started on my hair, I knew I was in the hands of a real barber.
It was pricey, about US$17, the same price that I usually pay in America. But I’m happy to pay it. Mr. Quoc cut my hair exactly the way I wanted it (i.e., not ridiculous). Plus his place is really classy. And their website is cool, too.