The first right coast location of the California phenom makes a home in Manhattan, where fashionable chicks can slap down a pair of twenties in exchange for fashion model quality locks. DryBar’s secret is that it keeps it simple. No cuts, no coloring, no aromatherapy (we hope), just washes and blowouts and you’re on your way to the restaurants and clubs just a few stilettoed steps away. They call it a “Blow Dry Bar,” but there’s no booze, so bring your cosmo-filled thermos and get glam. That you’ll walk out with cash to spare is a fabulous bonus.