Jen Nails and Beauty

This place looks dirty, small and cheap in a laneway off Glenroy rd. But if it’s one thing I’ve learned about Melbourne, it’s that you can’t always judge a book by its cover. Well in this case, you can.
Wanting a set of gel nails, I went here upon seeing it going to one of my fave little cafés just opposite (Café all in one). Although it looked bad, the prices in the door were cheap, they didn’t look busy and I just really wanted to get them done while I had some time.
It looked bad, it was cheap and they weren’t busy for a reason. Not one of the Asian nail technicians spoke once to me in English, leaving me wondering what the hell they were talking about, getting animated about and frustratingly sometimes even laughing about.
Halfway through I was left sitting there, abandoned by my technician for up to ten minutes before an old guy started taking over. Trying to find out what was going on, I think he communicated she had gone to lunch. Lovely!
Needless to say the end result was nasty looking; and because it had been swapped half way through some were to the edge of my nail, others were not, and some fingers were even bleeding around the edge of the nails where they had filed back far too much.
My fingers were pretty much rendered useless for the rest of that day and were painful to use for a couple after that. After about four weeks they started peeling and chipping away, my two smallest fingers on both hands nearly had their complete nails torn off because it was like the stupid gel had intertwined in some parts with my real nail, making it impossible to get off and impossibly painful if a piece of gel tore or ripped off, taking a piece of my real nail along with it.
I’d pay double the $ 40 it cost me to have a pain free, mutually communicative experience… anytime.