Cayne-Abel
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Upon the advice of many in this message board, I paid a visit to Carl at CEGO custom shirtmakers on Friday, July 2. What transpired at Carl's shop was one of the strangest and most infuriating moments of my life.
It's a bit of a long post, but to sum it all up: good shirts, terrible service.
I get there at about 5 pm and was greeted by two of Carl's assistants, who were both very courteous and helpful.
Finally, Carl started taking my measurements. I was wearing a custom shirt that I just purchased from a downtown shirtmaker. I told Carl that although I liked the shirt, I was not very happy with the cut (still too blousy). Carl then began to explain that while it certainly is possible to make a slimmer shirt for me, the current shirt that I was wearing was already fairly slim. I said that I was looking for a very fitted, sleek look, although I don't want to go too far either - I don't want to take it to the point where I just look "odd" in an office setting, and I don't want to constrict my movement around the arms and chest either. Carl responded that there must always be some trade-off between slimness and movement, that I must be willing to accept some restriction if I am looking for a truly slimmer fit.
I then said "alright, in that case, I'm willing to accept some restriction if it'll make a slimmer fit, as long as you don't think I'm going overboard." Carl responds by saying, "look, I can make anything you want, but you have to know what you want. I make shirts that I think are too slim all the time, but it doesn't matter what I think, it's what you think." Me: "OK, I understand, I just wanted your professional opinion on it; I thought maybe you were hinting that I was asking for something that you thought I'd might regret." Carl: "I'm honestly about to tell you to take a hike, because I'm losing my patience."
Naturally, I was a bit stunned because I thought that our conversation was going very amicably and pleasantly up to that point. So I said, "ok, no problem, let's do the slimmer fit then." In hindsight, I should have told him to go f--- himself, but at the heat of the moment, I blamed myself for asking too many questions, or perhaps he just unknowingly came off as harsh. So I shut my mouth and let him finish the measurements.
A few minutes later:
Me: "By the way, do you offer discounts if 3 or 5 shirts are purchased simultaneously?"
Carl: "That's it, I've had enough! (he yells in front of 3-4 customers and his assistants, as he tears up my measurement sheet) Put your shirt back on and get out of here."
Me: "Are you joking?" (as I stare at him in utter disbelief)
Carl: "Put your shirt back on and get out of here. I'm not dealing with you anymore. You're already asking about discounts when you haven't tried one shirt yet!"
Me: "So?"
Carl: "Three shirts is my usual minimum order amount!"
Me: "How was I supposed to know that? It was an innocent question. I know of several shirtmakers that offer such discounts; that's why I asked, Carl. And if you didn't offer one, I wouldn't have really cared. I was just curious!"
Carl: "Well sorry sir, but when someone comes to me and asks about discounts for multiple items before trying on their first shirt, I find that insulting."
Me: "Insulting? How? You were rude even when I was asking for your advice on fit. I came to you because people were telling me that you'd offer some guidance."
Then I walked out.
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In sum:
I've seen Carl's work from a couple of people in my office. His shirts are good. So go to Carl if you want good shirts. Avoid Carl like the plague, however, if you have ANY questions at all, or if you prefer dealing with people that have manners or class. If you like having a shirtmaker with more pretension than Michelangelo and Andy Warhol combined, Carl is your man.
It's a bit of a long post, but to sum it all up: good shirts, terrible service.
I get there at about 5 pm and was greeted by two of Carl's assistants, who were both very courteous and helpful.
Finally, Carl started taking my measurements. I was wearing a custom shirt that I just purchased from a downtown shirtmaker. I told Carl that although I liked the shirt, I was not very happy with the cut (still too blousy). Carl then began to explain that while it certainly is possible to make a slimmer shirt for me, the current shirt that I was wearing was already fairly slim. I said that I was looking for a very fitted, sleek look, although I don't want to go too far either - I don't want to take it to the point where I just look "odd" in an office setting, and I don't want to constrict my movement around the arms and chest either. Carl responded that there must always be some trade-off between slimness and movement, that I must be willing to accept some restriction if I am looking for a truly slimmer fit.
I then said "alright, in that case, I'm willing to accept some restriction if it'll make a slimmer fit, as long as you don't think I'm going overboard." Carl responds by saying, "look, I can make anything you want, but you have to know what you want. I make shirts that I think are too slim all the time, but it doesn't matter what I think, it's what you think." Me: "OK, I understand, I just wanted your professional opinion on it; I thought maybe you were hinting that I was asking for something that you thought I'd might regret." Carl: "I'm honestly about to tell you to take a hike, because I'm losing my patience."
Naturally, I was a bit stunned because I thought that our conversation was going very amicably and pleasantly up to that point. So I said, "ok, no problem, let's do the slimmer fit then." In hindsight, I should have told him to go f--- himself, but at the heat of the moment, I blamed myself for asking too many questions, or perhaps he just unknowingly came off as harsh. So I shut my mouth and let him finish the measurements.
A few minutes later:
Me: "By the way, do you offer discounts if 3 or 5 shirts are purchased simultaneously?"
Carl: "That's it, I've had enough! (he yells in front of 3-4 customers and his assistants, as he tears up my measurement sheet) Put your shirt back on and get out of here."
Me: "Are you joking?" (as I stare at him in utter disbelief)
Carl: "Put your shirt back on and get out of here. I'm not dealing with you anymore. You're already asking about discounts when you haven't tried one shirt yet!"
Me: "So?"
Carl: "Three shirts is my usual minimum order amount!"
Me: "How was I supposed to know that? It was an innocent question. I know of several shirtmakers that offer such discounts; that's why I asked, Carl. And if you didn't offer one, I wouldn't have really cared. I was just curious!"
Carl: "Well sorry sir, but when someone comes to me and asks about discounts for multiple items before trying on their first shirt, I find that insulting."
Me: "Insulting? How? You were rude even when I was asking for your advice on fit. I came to you because people were telling me that you'd offer some guidance."
Then I walked out.
*********************
In sum:
I've seen Carl's work from a couple of people in my office. His shirts are good. So go to Carl if you want good shirts. Avoid Carl like the plague, however, if you have ANY questions at all, or if you prefer dealing with people that have manners or class. If you like having a shirtmaker with more pretension than Michelangelo and Andy Warhol combined, Carl is your man.