A barbershop run by white guys in their 20s and 30s who effect a Guido style or similar faux-macho prettyboy bullshit. Everyone who works there has geometrical lines shaved into their head and facial hair, and a haircut runs you $30.00 minimum.
A place where you are most likely to hear the phrases, "Bro, that's sick!" or, "Yeah, I can do that tape-up for you."
"Fuck the brobershop, I'm getting my haircut at the old Italian guy's place down the road. I don't care if I have to walk five more blocks. I pay half the price and don't have to listen to Tiesto."
"Dude, I drove by the brobershop at 11pm. Swear to God, they were still in there listening to Tiesto and fistpumping."
"Pacha NYC keeps the brobershops in business."