Finding a suitable barber is a challenge in any city. I’d found a satisfactory one in New York (after the Chelsea Barber jacked up its prices by 25% in a day), but was not so bonded to him that I dreaded looking in Toronto.
As it happens, there are some nice (and affordable) choices here. But I’m going to stick with Jon, the single-man operation at The Crow’s Nest.
He’s clearly into what he’s doing and has taken great care in creating a shop that — as he describes it — feels like his basement at home: a (non-working) juke box, a fridge full of Mexican (cane-sugar-sweetened — not corn-syrup) Coke, a turntable playing Bruce Springsteen and Willy Nelson, and a table full of men’s magazines (everything from groovy contemporary fashion periodicals to American hot rod and girly publications from the 1950s). At the end of the cut, he reaches into the shell of an old soda fountain cabinet and brings a splash of Pinaud-scented witch hazel to the back of your freshly shaved neck.
And then there’s Amy, whom you just want to kiss on her furry forehead.