FieldReport: Hounds of Baskerville Singapore
I've been 'on the road' for almost a month and my goatee was scraggly and lopsided plus I needed a haircut. Turns out there is an excellent barbershop in Singapore called "The Hounds of Baskerville". THere was a short wait, which I didn't mind. The whole place has the look and feel of what your man-cave and the locals, both customers and staff, are garrolous and animated.
The finest taxi driver in the world is a gentleman named "Kuldip Singh Mann" Cool Dip has on many occasions advised me to never let a Chinese touch my beard, as only Indians truly understand how to trim a beard. "And it just so happens I know an excellent barber just down the road from your plant in Malaysia, sir!"
Nevertheless, I let the barber have at. I give him a solid "A". The whole experience was entirely satisfactory, especially considering how long I have been away from wife, kids, dogs, smoked brisket, and my workbench and how oh-so-very-grumpy that makes me.
Two observations. First, his razor didn't seem any sharper than mine. I felt good about that. Second, my technique resembles, more or less, a window washer with a squeegee. He, on the other hand, would stretch a patch between thumb and forefinger and 'scrub scrub scrub'. I'll go back next time I'm here.
Warning: they only take the local credit card (netpay) or cash.