I have never
had a barbershop shave. Now, when I say a barbershop shave, I’m referring to
the full experience. Although it is equally true I have never paid anyone to
shave my face before, I have always wanted to gain the experience of the full
out, reclined-in-a-barber-chair, pre-shave-treatment, hot-towel-wrap,
straight-razor shave that I grew up seeing in movies and on television. As a
result, I decided as a part of my “I have never...” year I would find a
barbershop that provided an authentic barbershop shave and treat myself to the
experience. Ultimately, this plan resulted in me pinpointing the day before the
start of Christmas celebrations as the perfect time to get dapper with some
help from a professional barber. Although finding a way to make this work took
a little research and effort, I eventually found a way to make that objective
possible with some last minute changes in my schedule. As a result, I headed to
local barbershop, Cha Cha Beauty and Barber, today to follow through on an
experience I had looked forward to since I first became capable of growing a
beard.
Cha Cha! |
When I
arrived at Cha Cha I was greeted by a variety of friendly staff members that
were hard at work helping a near constant flow of customers working their way
through a number of services offered by the business. Having arrived early, I
checked in at the barbershop’s small reception counter and took a seat in the
waiting area positioned at the heart of the building. With a flurry of activity
occurring around me, I took in the sights, sounds, and conversations of those
being helped by the Cha Cha staff. The cozy feeling of the building, coupled
with the highly interactive and outwardly happy staff made it apparent the
business valued customer relationships as much as they valued quality
workmanship with a pair of sheers. Considering I was about to put my full trust
in a stranger with a straight razor, that fact put me at ease as I waited for
my barbershop shave to begin.
The shop |
Eventually,
my moment to take the barber chair arrived when the desk manager, Randi, called
my name and introduced me to the barber that would be responsible for my first
ever barbershop shave. Promptly introducing himself as Rick, the barber guided
me to a barber chair donned in red leather, chrome, and a variety of flame
decals. As I took a seat in the chair Rick was quick to give me a primer on the
first steps in the process, which resulted in me leaning back into a reclined
position, raising resting my feet on a plank at the base of the fixture, and
working my head into a comfortable position. Making it apparent his focus was
on providing me a good experience, Rick confirmed I had found a comfortable
position before he set to work on my week old beard.
Ready? ...Ready |
After taking
time to trim my scruff down to stubble, Rick immediately began priming my face
with a variety of oils and pre-shave treatments that left my skin feeling fresh
and cool. The feeling spurred me to ask a few questions about the materials in
use, which Rick happily answered with detailed statements about the liquids and
their purpose in the process. Designed to open the pores of the skin and pull
the facial hair to an upright position, Rick explained the various treatments
contained soothing oils to lubricate the skin and menthol to direct the hair in
a way that made it easier for him to gain a close shave. The information was
more than I expected, and the confidence with which Rick spoke made it clear he
had some experience in the field. In turn, I asked Rick about his experience as
a barber, to which he replied with a hint of enthusiasm, “I’ve been at it six
years now, and it’s still good.” The remark made it clear Rick was experienced
with a straight blade and passionate about his work, which was all I needed to
hear to know I was in good hands.
The rubdown |
Following my
initial skin treatment, Rick worked through a series of actions that went far
beyond what I expected the process would entail. At first, Rick wrapped my face
with a hot towel, which he let sit for some time. Upon removing the towel, he
then lathered my face with a thick shaving cream and wrapped my face in a hot
towel once more. After letting the second towel sit for roughly the same
period, Rick returned, lathered up my face once more, and checked his work. My
eyes followed him as he looked over my cream covered jawline, which resulted in
me catching a brief look of satisfaction on Rick’s face. On cue he moved to his
work station and turned back to me with a straight razor in hand. With that it
became clear it was time for my shave to begin.
Lathering up |
A bit
nervous at first, I was careful to keep my head steady as Rick drew near and
began moving the razor across my face. After the first few strokes of his
blade, Rick’s deliberate and meticulous movements made me realize he was a man
of precision, which eased my mind and helped me let go of what concern remained
as he crossed from one side of my face to the other. In a strange turn of
events, that shift in perspective actually caused me to slip into an unexpected
state of calm as Rick worked. Despite the fact I had a person holding a straight
blade to my neck, I was relaxed and able to unwind, which was an amazing
feeling considering the Christmas holiday is only a day away. With that turn of
emotion it became obvious that getting a straight razor shave is about much
more than simply getting a clean look. The whole process is about taking time
for oneself and for breaking up the ordinary with relaxing, gratifying experience
that has the added benefit of helping a man get a clean look. With that in
mind, I quickly determined getting a straight razor shave is something I can
get into.
Mid-shave |
When Rick
finished his first pass over my face, I was surprised to find that he promptly
lathered up my face and wrapped it in a hot towel once more. Caught off guard
by his actions, I asked him if his intention was to take a second pass over my
face, which he confirmed was necessary as the final “clean up” phase of the
shave. Happy to sit through another round of the soothing experience, I folded
my hands and repositioned my head as Rick leaned near my face once more.
Careful not to induce any sort of irritation on my face, Rick worked over my
skin with slow, targeted movements that removed what little remnants of hair
remained on parts of my face. Once finished, he leaned back, gave my face one
more look, and promptly wrapped my head in a cool towel.
A few
minutes later, he pulled the towel off and gave me one last look. “Alright,
that’s it! Your are good to go!” he said as he raised me to an upright
position. Snapping myself from my state of relaxation I looked over to Randi
who was waiting at the ready to take my photo. Needless to say, it was easy to
crack a smile as she directed. I was in a good place, and all in all, I looked
pretty damn good; well as good as good get for me, anyway.
So good... |
As I left
Cha Cha I reflected on my first experience with a barbershop shave, recounting
the surprising aspects of the experience in my mind. Dominated by a feeling I
can only assume is comparable to what people feel after a “spa day,” I closed
my eyes for a brief moment as I climbed into my car. Although the effect of the
shave was still strange to me, I felt great, and that’s all I needed to know
today’s “I have never...” experience was one worth having. While I will be the
first to admit the shave wasn’t necessarily the closest I have ever had, it was
by far the cleanest and most comfortable shave of my life. Rick didn’t leave a
nick on my skin and lines on my sideburns were straight as arrows. The man is
clearly a professional, and thanks to him I had one of the most relaxing
experiences in my “I have never...” journey to date. That certainly came as a
surprise to me, yet it was the best kind of surprise I could have hoped for. I
can now say I have experienced a straight razor shave, but something tells me it
won’t be the last time that happens.
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