Harry O runs a local menswear store on 2nd Street in San Francisco, less than two blocks from a Men's Wearhouse. He holds his own next to the national competitor, though, offering classic and modern suits and accessories that he promises will make you look like, well ...a pimp. And that's a good thing. Apparently.
Harry O is a slender, handsome, mustachioed man. He says free love brought him out here from the Bronx in the 60s. On our first visit, he offered us an espresso - excused himself to greet two stylish, sultry-voiced lady visitors in their 20s - then got busy fitting my guy in a dashing dark and subtly-checked suit that he fished off the rack after giving him a quick once-over. It was perfect. His expertise showed as he stepped nimbly from one side to another, folding cuffs, pinching fabric, measuring with a metal ruler, and scratching marks for alterations with chalk shaped like a guitar pick. Every few moments, he stepped back to admire his handiwork with a "yeah, dawg" and a "I tell ya, pimpin' ain't easy!"
We dropped a little over "2 bills", including alterations, for an almost custom-tailored suit that makes my guy look good. And Harry O is just plain cool - and good at what he does. There's little doubt that we'll return the next time my "fine wine" needs another suit. Maybe after aging another 10 years.
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i be mad pimpin' thanks to Harry O!
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