B White Nails. Picture this. A woman crouches over a slightly yellowing toenail. Pedicure kit in hand she chants in a foreign tongue«Be White Nails. Be White. Be. White. Nails. Dang you!» This is how it felt. I was in possession of the offensive items and she was on a mission to detail them — even if that meant some blood. The salon is tired looking and run by ladies who chatter to each other discreetly but cast furtive, giggling glances at the clients as they do so. I waited 30 mins in the chair before anyone even started to maul my feet and then the job was only satisfactory. Not at all relaxing or indulgent — I’d have a better time at a Podiatrists! Pay $ 10 more and go to ‘Aloh’ around the corner for a memorable experience.