From Our Editors
After enjoying a refined smoke on the cigar patio, you relax with a complimentary highball in front of a pair of LCD televisions, catching up on the Padres game with the right eyeball and the last 20 minutes of Quantum of Solace with the left. Soon, an attractive stylist calls you to the most sophisticated barber chair on earth for a trim, a lingering scalp massage, hot face towel, and straight-razor shave. A lovely manicurist tends to your extremities before you slip your feet into your freshly polished shoes. This kind of treatment used to be reserved for the likes of Hugh Hefner—until the arrival of AlphaMale barbershop and spa.