A real man's barber.
Tucked away in the melting pot of Cuba’s Leftbank, Carve have quickly established a devoted following for immaculate cuts. Working the formula of beer, beats and banter down to a fine art, Carve have that communal quality so integral to a classic barbershop; whether you’re under the clippers or thrashing the X-Box while you wait, you’re as much a part of the conversation as you feel like. While the staff are always keen for a laugh, that affability shouldn’t belie how masterful and attentive these guys are at their discipline; I can’t remember the last time I’ve had such a precisely measured taper (or such a refreshing hot towel finish.)
The store is less cluttered with knick-knacks than many of its counterparts, but what does cover the minimal wall-space is certainly fitting; a row of posters celebrating masters of their respective crafts: Jackson, Marley, Hendrix, and finally, a Carve barber.