
A mother-and-daughter chair on East Corsicana Street. Sixty-eight reviews. Four-point-eight stars. Zero pretension. Every cut earned.

Two chairs. Two women. One shared devotion to a straight line, a clean neck, and a fade that fades exactly where it should.
The daughter cuts like she was born with clippers in her hand — because, more or less, she was. The mother's been trimming beards in this town longer than most of her regulars have had one. Walk in a stranger. Walk out ten years younger.
Honest prices. No packages. No upsell. Just the work.
Scissor cut, tapered edges, hot towel finish.
Blade-to-skin gradient with razor detail.
Straight-razor line-up and hot lather.
Two chairs, side by side. Tradition passed on.
Cut, shave, hot towel, tonic. Ninety minutes.
Under 10. Booster seat, lollipop, first cut certificate.

"The ladies that run this barber shop are great and give fantastic haircuts."