Men are weird about hair. That is, we do our best to pretend not to care about it, but so many of us are profoundly vain about it, which makes for a deadly combo when we go to get our hair cut. One of the many nice things about the Beatnik Barbershop is that the various folks manning the shears at the small Mount Vernon spot can make you look like a state trooper or a banker, if that's what you want, but they don't seem to assume that's what you're looking for when you try to fumble out how you want it cut. Chances are that you leave looking like you, instead of like a guy who just got a haircut. Factor in a jovial, bantering atmosphere, and we actually look forward to a snip.