It was a blazing hot day in Mexico. The building was crooked, the front littered with broken glass, the temperature inside seemed hotter than outside, and it was manned by the toughest looking barber I've ever seen. None of this deterred me since I had been directed to this very place by more than one person explaining that it would be the "best cut I could get in the world". The owner lived up to the hype and then some. It was not only the best cut, but the best shave and service I've ever had; still to this day, no one can hold a candle to this shop.