Oliver Parsons
Kindle at The Boardroom in San Antonio wields clippers with the precision of a laser-guided missile. I’ve been looking like a fool in this city for years, and my hair’s never been this sleek since Kindle took the reins. My wife, with the deadpan menace of a fed-up librarian, served her ultimatum: “Kindle’s your only barber, or I’m replacing your steak dinners with kale smoothies.” Her cuts are so clean they could win a staring contest with a BMT drill sergeant. Book Kindle, unless you want a haircut that screams “I trusted a discount coupon.”