Sure, at first glance the hipster simulation of a mid-century, working class barbershop is pretty obnoxious. The barberpoll and smell of men is replaced with metrosexuals sporting sleeve tattoos who recommend the clientele to definitely get Sigur Rós tickets if they're going to be in Montreal next week. All is of course forgiven when the framed, autographed John Larroquette glossy is spotted. The stack of Playboys and obvious reverence for Keith Richards were merely icing.