Tiffany T.'s Profile

I've been going to Coco for manicures and pedicures for months now. The people who work there do a great job and won't rush. I've had to beg a technician not to worry about speeding it up so she can get out of work on time, and I've witnessed countless hour-long pedicures.

However, the woman who sits at the "receptionist" desk is horrible. She barks "sign in!" and "what do you want!" when you come in. I've never seen her smile once. Everyone I know that has gone to Coco has noticed her yelling and berating her workers. What's even worse is that I've never seen her stand up to help EVEN ONCE. She just sits there yelling at her workers, scowling at everyone.

To the receptionist/manager/owner: these bad reviews are YOUR fault, not the fault of your diligent employees.

I would be happy to return to your location, once I know you've owned up to your severe doucheness and will make your salon a decent place to work and shop at.

(Also, skip the wax if you're fussy, it's for the decidedly un-fussy, like me.)

Please respond to my review if you know who this woman is, her name, and if she's an owner or a manager. I'd like to write a formal letter that she'll see. I really can't stand bad bosses.

I just had a great experience at this location. I rolled up really on accident--there is a Midas close by that was closed--and ended up getting half-off during a customer appreciation special. The staff was friendly and answered all my questions. In about 10 minutes I had working turn signals again, and they gave instructions to get a new air filter and offered to put it on free-of-charge since they didn't have one in stock.

Now that I know that Valvoline offers top-off services, and this location has a rad lady working in the shop, I'll be back!

After years of aggressive upsells and meanies at oil change spots (I don't know anything about cars and they can smell my fear, I think), I really left super enthusiastic and happy. When does that happen? Way to go, y'all.

Wonderful ambiance, truly inspiring walls of tequila, and the fantastic service made me want to come back. The overpriced, fairly lackluster faux Latin American food caused me pause.

I couldn't believe I was going to pay $9 for quacamole as the words left my lips, but you can't get fresher out and about if it's made tableside.

In terms of the entrees, which really should be the stars of the show, I actually liked the fries more than a torta and an enchilada dish. Yikes.

I want to go back, but likely not to eat a full meal unless this place either drops prices or upgrades in the kitchen.

Not gonna lie, I go for the peanut butter brownie and stay for the coffee, wifi, and comfy seating.

Fiore's often has a coffee blend that denotes its darkness with an ominous letter "x", which is thrilling on an early weekend morn. It's like naughty coffee time!

In seriousness, great  little cafe for excellent sandwiches and baked goods. My vegan friend tells me Fiore's used to be packed full of vegan goodies. These days you'll only see a few in a couple cases full of sweets marked vegan, but they're still there and they look delicious.

Fiore sandwiches suit a grown-up palate, and I believe sandwiches are good for any meal. The breakfast sandwiches are really great, mostly because I find most bagel-egg sanwiches underwhelming. Fiore's version is huge and almost sinful paired with Blend X coffee, and maybe an erotica...

After a visit to Ula, I'm still searching for MY perfect Boston coffee shop. Ula feels too fancy to me. I ordered a delish vegetarian half sandwich and for five dollars I was given the tiniest portion I've ever seen. In full disclosure, I'm from Michigan where our portions are huge and cheap, but I still think it's insane to charge $8 for a sandwich on regular wheat sandwich bread.
The lack of wifi during the rush hours was the kicker for me. I understand why they had to do it, but I'll be looking for a less trafficked working-class spot for my coffee. I'll ever drink shitty coffee if I have to! (My latte at Ula was great).

With more than 260 reviews, and my pal Janssen's review of our meal, I'm not sure what I can add besides I was both dissapointed and wanted to come back after my first try of Grasshopper. The appetizer tray was extremely bland, and in my experience, all-vegetarian food isn't and shouldn't be bland. It was as if they'd taken the cue from a slab of tofu.
My black bean seitan was weakly flavored and I was really hoping for a back-of-the-tongue kick that was missing.
But his No-Name, a glorious plate of deep-fried foux chicken was delish. I definitely started eating off his plate.
So go, but start with seasoned Yelpers' recommendations of great dishes.

I've never been to one of Top's locations, but I had some of their donuts at a recent event I attended and I was floored. They do lovely boston cremes, sourdough, huge cream filled and glazed donuts, maple donuts, and dense, heavy apple fritters that make me feel a bit naughty just to look at.
An excellent choice for an old school donut that's a whole lot heftier than its corporate chain store cousins. Worth the trek.

The Rainbow Room is a bit of a drive down 8 mile east from 75, but if you're into dive working-class gay bars, it's usually worth it. Cover, at least on Saturdays, is a steep $6 and the joint has that brown paneled your friend's basement feel, if your friend's basement had a dance floor, black stage curtains, and drag shows.

The crowd is usually friendly and tends towards butch/fem couples if I my few times out this summer is any judge. Smoker's patio and pool tables for the non-dancers. If you want to dance, your best bet is bringing your own entourage. The dance floor tends to be peopled, but not packed.

This bar is about the opposite of the shiny, techno pretty gay boy bars in Metro Detroit. Security in the parking lot and proficient if not friendly bar tenders round it out.

I've only ever had one thing from Bucharest Grill, and that's because I dream about this sandwich so often, any other meal feels like infidelity. Well, I had the fried cheese once, and I do not recommend it, unless you really do go for tasteless greasy fats.

The reason to go is summed up in two words: Bucharest Schwarma. The sandwich is a huge warm pita filled to the brim with the usual roasted schwarma chicken, tomatoes, pickles, loads of spicy burn-your-mouth garlic sauce, and the pinnacle ingredient: fat fries.

After placing an order you can meander into the Park Bar and sit at the lovely circular bar, though I sometimes find myself at one of the dimly-lit side tables where gobs of garlic sauce can be napkined off fingers and lips in relative solitude.

The rest of the menu is fairly inexpensive and served on Styrofoam. Ideal for take out.