If a giant hourglass exploded, leaving a sand-hued floor and a temporary break in the flow of time itself, Paradise Grooming would be the result. Against a backdrop of murals featuring palm trees frozen mid-sway beneath a sun perpetually stuck in the warm golden hours, gents grab a brew and try to sink into vacation mode while shears flick through unruly curls. As spheres rocketing across a fully functional foosball table sound a sharp report, scalp massages grab the attention of nostrils by steeping skin in fragrant tea-tree oil that soothes heads stressed from living downstairs from a piano-and-anvil factory. On the way to a private room for a hot-stone massage or facial, guests pause to peruse a menu of manicures and waxing services.