Harmeet's space is so warm, welcoming and, more importantly; it is very clean. I love that she took…read moreher time for each service and made me feel super comfortable. I will most definitely be back and referring her to all the people I know in the area.

From the owner: Secret Beauty Bar is a modern home-based beauty salon in Ile Perrot. Offering professional lash…read moreextensions, lash lifts, brow waxing, brow lamination and brow tint.

First of all, I walked in SERVING looks -- lashes on, brows laminated, giving main character -- and…read morethey looked at me like I was a side quest. Rude. I asked for a simple coffin shape and left with what I can only describe as "crypt keeper claws." My nails look like they went through a haunted car wash. The tech had the audacity to chew gum like she was mad at it while filing my nails like she was sanding drywall. I flinched so many times I unlocked a new fear response. I said I wanted "nude" and she gave me a shade that looked like beige depression. My pinky nail is literally longer than my attention span. At one point she dropped the nail glue on the floor, picked it up, BLEW ON IT, and kept going like we weren't in 2025. Babes, I came for acrylics, not a tetanus shot. AND THEN -- she charged me $75 and told me, "Come back next time, we'll fix it." Ma'am. I won't be back unless it's with a lawyer and a priest. Piece out -L

Yesss OKAY let's flip the switch -- here's a savage, unhinged, *sassy AF* **bad** review for a nail…read moresalon that had *one job and still fumbled harder than a dollar store lash in a hurricane*: NAIL NIGHTMARE -- 0 STARS BUT I'LL GIVE ONE SO I CAN DRAG THEM Babyyyy when I tell you this salon *did me dirty*, I mean "crime scene but make it fashion" levels of disaster. I walked in a hot baddie. I walked out looking like I lost a fight with a cheese grater. AND THE GRATER WON. Let's start with the *vibes* -- or lack thereof. The music? Static. The decor? Early 2000s trauma. One of the chairs was *duct-taped*. A roach looked at me and nodded like, "You sure you wanna do this, sis?" I showed the tech a pic of the cutest ombré set and she said, "Yeah, I can do that!" Ma'am. No, you can't. What I got looked like *a melted popsicle had beef with my fingers.* The shape? Coffin. The finish? Cursed. My pinky nail is doing the gangnam style. Midway through, she answered the phone with her *elbow* and then said, "Oops." That "oops" lives rent-free in my nightmares now. She cut my cuticle like she was mad at it. I bled. She sprayed alcohol on it and said, "That means it's clean!" Girl what? Then she hit me with the bill like she just performed surgery. $95 for what? A public humiliation experience?? I've seen better nails on cartoon characters. One of them legit popped off while I was still in the parking lot. The only thing that slayed was my soul. Don't walk, RUN AWAY from this salon. Unless you want trauma with a top coat. Then sure, go ahead. Bring a first aid kit.