SHAVE AT MANDARIN ORIENTAL, HONG KONG BARBERSHOP
To step into The Mandarin Barber is to step into a less hurried era – and one, moreover, with a genuine air of old Hong Kong. Indeed, I can think of few better or more relaxing ways for a guy to start a day (the others I won’t go into here) than to wander into this lovely, clubby old bolthole for a leisurely shave. After I’m swaddled from the neck up in steaming-hot towels, a charming old chap gently and painstakingly runs a razor across my face for the best part of 30 minutes – and with Chet Baker crooning moodily in the background, time almost stands still. I have a goatee, which he tidies up beautifully, and though on leaving I didn’t think this was the closest shave I’ve ever had, the following morning my face and neck still felt unusually smooth. This is a treat that’s worth indulging in time and again.