17 November 2008

Whose What, Now?

The name is not the only thing that makes the Mei Dick Barber Shop of Mott Street great. There's also the fact that one must descend a pretty ominous set of stairs to reach the subterranean salon; that the sign slants up above your head as you do, and that the barber pole is backed by a piece of reflective metal so that, glimpsed at night from a certain angle, it is not one barber pole, but three.

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