Signature Day Spa

I don’t live in this area, but whenever I visit my girlfriend, we always stop by to get some pampering in.
Is the staff overly friendly? No, but then again, I don’t like talking to strangers. I like to chat with my friends that are with me, or mind my own business and relax in solitude.
The staff here speak English just fine, fast and efficient. The salon IMO is larger than your usual nail salon, they offer massages too in the back.
If you are entering through their back door from the parking garage, watch out for that first step, it’s a doozie!

This place is hugely convenient for me and I truly wanted this to work out. I started out by giving them 2 stars but midway through this review decided to deduct the extra star. *Sigh.
The salon looks nice but the staff is HUGELY unfriendly & almost seem annoyed by having to do any business. They do not speak to you, they don’t seem to care what they’re doing while in the process and to top it all off, they appear to short cut everything. They rush you through it and charge you more for the process. I’ve been there twice and while I have not contracted one of these horrible skin infections, I can say that I’m not going to gamble with the numbers game.
Save your $$ and go elsewhere… this place is most certainly not worth it.

I walked past the 20% off sign three times before stopping in. I think that alone shows great willpower.
When I finally did break down and walk in to those doors, I was quickly greeted, invited to pick out a few colors, and sat down in the largest massage chair known to man. Seriously, I think these things were designed for De-​Fen Yao (the tallest woman in the world, duh) and as such my 5’6″ frame felt rather awkward. Still, despite the massaging, aka hydraulic pounding, on my back, neck, and ass that just wouldn’t stop (and when it would, they’d turn it back on), I did my best to settle in and get comfortable.
The first 40 minutes were divine. All sorts of sloughing, scrubbing, clipping, and massaging were occurring on my feet, and I was looking forward to having some seriously gorgeous tootsies by the end of it all. It was by far the longest pedicure I think I’ve ever received, well over an hour in all, and I was pleased as punch about how things were going.
Then, right before the technician was about to start painting my toes, she looked up at me and frantically asked if I had also wanted a manicure. Um, yes, that *is* what I asked for when I came in, I assumed it’d happen post-​pedi. Well, apparently that’s not how things work here, as she frantically stood up and gruffly began to file my nails. She was doing everything super quickly, with none of the carefulness that she had used on my toes. Although I asked for my nails to be evened out, they’re now all sorts of different lengths and some of them are seriously uneven. It’s not pretty, and I’m pretty sure I could have done a better job at home. As my hands lotioned up, she painted my toes my preferred hot pink color, and they look okay. There’s a little bit of pooling of polish around the edges, but it’s alright. And unfortunately despite paying $ 5 for an extra hydrating oil/​scrub, the bottoms of my feet are still all scruffy. Boo.
But the real kicker came when she asked me which color I’d like for my nails. As I pointed toward the shocking hot pink I had brought over, she looked at me in horror. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I’m okay with being loud, and wearing even louder colors. Especially on my nails. I mean, come on, it’s my fingernails. Y so srs?
The technician told me that she had a really pretty color for me to try, and I told her that was fine, but I like really bright, bold colors. I believe I said this twice to reiterate it. She brought over two pale soft pinks, the kinds of which you’d use to make french manicures. Uhm, not what I wanted. I pointed back toward the hot pink I had initially chosen, and she said «Nooo, you go with this soft pink. It’ll make you look like a lady.»
Yeah.
«It’ll make you look like a lady.»
I’m sorry, but HOLD THE PHONE. Do I look like a tranny otherwise?! And maybe I don’t want to look like a lady. Maybe I prefer my street walker hot pink nails, thankyouverymuch. Ugh.
Not one to deal with confrontation, I let her put the ugly baby pink on my unevenly filed nails. I didn’t want to argue and I hoped that maybe I’d be pleasantly surprised. I was wrong. Furthermore, the hideous polish is already peeling. I’ll be back to my hoochie painted nails tomorrow, and out $ 35.
The search for a Vicky’s in Atlanta continues, needless to say.