Tipsy Nails & Spa

I had a great time here. Mani pedi was perfect. Great paint job, feet look fab. I will definitely go back. Not applicable for me because I do not have kids, but they have two chairs with modifiable seats for little ones to be able to sit comfortably. Adorable. It’s incredibly clean, tons of chairs, and the most shellac options I’ve ever seen.

I went here after my favorite place in Daytona was completely swamped with traffic due to a car show. I was pretty impressed, the place is clean, and everyone was friendly. Its not a super fancy place, but as long as it’s clean, that’s all I care about. I got the gel manicure done, and it’s beautiful. Vivian, my nail tech was very accommodating to my fickleness, I couldn’t figure out a color, haha. I will definitely be going again.

Went to get my nails done at 10:00a. Only to find No one is open on Sunday’s in this town. So finally find a place open in ormond. Go to get my nails done after an hour of searching for places. I see a «grand opening 15-​% off» promo. SCORE! Yeah not so much. Walk in to nail salon greeted my manager. Asks me what I would like done. I say I have gel polish on now and want them soaked off and a manicure. I also said screw it 15% off I’ll get a pedicure too! So I proceed to pick my color. My getting my pedi when chaos starts. Another nail tech is arguing with the manager/​owner. So clearly I’m distracted by this. The next thing I know my pedi is done. Okay wow that was quick. Whatevs. In the meantime I’m like huuuu weird my nails never got soaked (those of you with gel/​shellac know what I mean) Whatever. I sit down for my manicure and the tech goes «oh you have gel!» I’m like yah! I told the dude when I walked in. She’s like no problem and starts hacking away at my nails by peeling the polish off my nails!!! WTF!!! Then she is telling me about how her friend got jumped at razzles last night by like 6 people in the bathroom. I’m like «omg is she okay? What happened» she’s like «I don’t know she is in the hospital I’m hurrying to go see her.» FANTASTIC! At that moment the girl u thought was fired sits down next to my girl and stars chatting with her. Convo goes as follows:
«He is such a fucking ass hole… I cannot believe him… I don’t know what his fucking problem is» as some of you know I am pretty hard of hearing so let’s just say she was loud! I’m in shock at this point. The girl goes back to continue or start I’m not sure a pedi on another woman. Meanwhile I hear her and the manager arguing in front of the customer getting the pedi. the nail tech is like «I don’t know what your problem is» looks at the customer and says «this is how he is. This is how he treats us» THEN!!! The cops walk in!!! So the manager/​owner fired the girl and she refused to leave. Well her station was next to where I’m getting my nails done and the cops are telling her to get her stuff. Meanwhile there is a cop standing over me trying to get this girl to get her shit. The girl is loosing her mind flipping out. And I’m here like I just wanna get the hell out of here. The lady in the pedi chair is like «so who is going to do my nails???» And I’m just here like my anxiety is sky rocketing. I’m literally about to just cry. So I start recording as discreetly as I can. I recorded a majority of the altercation with the cops and the nail tech. The cops were super patient and nice and just doing there job. Not once did the manager apologize to me. In fact the cop apologized to me but never the manager. My nails are done, I pay, I get to my car and I now see my toes for the first time. Literally the worst pedicure I have ever gotten. My anxiety was so high I couldn’t go back. I would have balled my eyes out from all the chaos. I went home called them and the manager asked me to send him a pic. I did. He asked me to come back which hell to the no. I just told him politely to please credit my card for the pedicure. I didn’t even tell him about my gel getting hacked off by the tech. The nails look decent. I’m fine with them. Still haven’t received my money back so we will see.