A couple of friends and I have come in the past few years for an annual tat trip. My first time here was for my first tat. It was to commemorate the fact that I had completed my first mission trip j... Read More
A couple of friends and I have come in the past few years for an annual tat trip. My first time here was for my first tat. It was to commemorate the fact that I had completed my first mission trip just 6 months after major surgery. There was a Bible verse as a part of the tat. The actual tat is gorgeous, but the verse is a mess. I'm embarrassed by it. We went again a few weeks ago. There were 4 of us who had been given the 2:00 until we were finished time slot. There were 2 artists; one who had made the appointment and met with one of our ladies. My friend's tat was pretty extensive so the rest of us knew we'd probably just have the one guy do ours. When I came in, i told the receptionist that I wanted a tat. He said I had to wait, there was a group ahead of me. I told him I was part of that group. He left me, went back to the artists, then came back and had me fill out the paperwork. Meantime, another gal came in after me, and was told the same thing. They told her to come back at 3:45. Nobody ever looked at my design, and I was back there for several hours. Finally, at 5:00, it was my turn, or so I thought. Instead, he took the gal who came in after me. I said, ""Wait a minute. I'm next."" He argued with me that he had already promised her the next appointment. I reminded him that I was with the group who had the 4 tats from 2:00 on, and he said he knew nothing about that so he didn't have to do mine next. At this point, I realized that even if I won my argument, he would most likely butcher my tat just to get even with me. I had even asked him how much it would cost to fix my other mistake, and he told me to just live with it; he wasn't touching it. My tat was supposed to be very meaningful; a celebration of my husband's life after surviving a near fatal brain tumor. Instead, it turned into an ugly experience, with the mother of the gal who came in after me calling me a name and telling me I was ruining a special event. I turned around to leave, and the artist came out and screamed at me, ""Get out of my establishment."" I wouldn't recommend Freaks on Noland to anybody. I will not be going back. Unfortunately, it may mean that my friends and I won't be getting our tats done together anymore, but I refuse to give money to an establishment who treats their customers with such disdain. I understand the artist who was angry with me has since left, but again, I will not be going back. Read Less