In my trek for a new barber, I was brought to Tom’s door. This place couldn’t be any easier to miss. When I walked up to the front of the building I had to look inside and make sure it was open. A lady was busy with a customer and there was a guy in the corner(I’m assuming it was Tom) reading the paper. He got up right away and I sat in the chair that he went behind. He’s a man of few words. He took his time and I even got hot shaving cream for my neck. But I had the only chair in the shop with no mirror, nor was one offered when my cut was complete. When I got home I showered and could not find anything wrong. So hopefully it will be consistent the next time I go.