Best of Boston

We stumbled into this much-buzzed-about salon as the worst of our possible client selves—no appointment, unwashed hair under a ballcap, jittery with caffeine—and were frankly blown away. They graciously squeezed us in but never rushed things, first consulting, then checking and rechecking our cut so we’d look better than we had any right to. We walked in as the Hopeless Mess, but walked out the Devoted Fan.