Williamsburg’s first Elvis-themed barbershop/tattoo parlor. Because what the King loved almost as much as peanut butter, bananas, and pills was hair gel and Mama tats. Rehabbed motorcycle garage more skull-and-crystal neo-Victorian hipster than true Presley kitsch. Vintage barber chairs dating back to 1901, exotic fur rugs, musty library with sliding ladder. Be-candled piano is aspirationally stocked with sheet music; skinny Elvis oil painting lovingly draped in animal tails. Three rockabilly ink stations happy to complement fresh pompadours — “Love Me Tender” tramp stamps, et al.