Cuts in the Gump: Fronduti's

No, they don't serve food. But I did go during lunch hour.

Maybe someday, when this recession has receded, I'll splurge on a haircut and food on the same day. But that day's not here yet, so you're getting a review of the place where I get my hair cut. With the economy in the crapper and all, I've pretty much put hair care down near the bottom of my top 100 things to accomplish this fall, somewhere behind "catch up on the mortgage" and "get that funny-shaped mole looked at." But my head had become shaggier than the carpet in the back of a '74 Chevy Van so I called up my friend Mark Fronduti, of Fronduti's fame, to get this situation nipped in the bud before anybody else asked me if I used to be in Metallica.

I also want to look sharp at Binion's funeral. See Wednesday's post. Sad.

So here's the deal: When you go to Fronduti's you understand why your mom went to the beauty parlor every week. It's just a damn fine place to get your hair cut, is what it is.

Today's coif was at noon, but I really like to go for the twilight triple-header when I can swing it: a haircut, a couple of scotches and some takeout pizza. Fronduti's has the perfect location for this on East Fairview between Bud's and Tomatino's. They'll even bring you a pop for while you wait. Hell, you can have another drink while they cut your hair (it's not like you're at the dentist or something). Oh, and there are usually better-looking women at Fronduti's than at Bud's, unless you want to wait around Bud's until midnight then go home all shitfaced and smelling like the bottom of an ashtray. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Anyway, back to the haircut. My wife told me it looked good, which, considering the material Fronduti's had to work with, is a pretty smashing endorsement.

Call 265-3003 for an appointment. When you get there, tell them Lunch in the Gump sent you and you'll get a blank stare, absolutely free with your excellent haircut.