Timothy H.
Google
I didn’t know what to expect when I stepped into Cowhide Outlet. It’s housed in a non-descript, dental-office-blink-and-you-miss-it strip center and the only thing I knew is that I’d encounter a few hides (and maybe some hide tchotchke). What I DIDN’T expect was Class AAA service so warm & attentive I half-wondered if I’d wandered into a luxury spa for introverts who also adore livestock patterns.
I came looking for a cowhide and left like I’d personally adopted a Brazilian Normandy beauty; a hide so perfect in its mocha, pearl, and black jewel tones that it mooed at me, “Show me where you unwind, Sailor” (joke’s on her…I’ve never sailed).
Selfish me, I neglected to get the gentleman’s name who helped me, but he knew everything about its origins (or at least talked a good game) and I believed him…hook, line and, well, bolt stunner. Long haired, soft, beef, dairy, contrasty. Exquisite.
If you’d told me a cowhide shopping experience could border on spiritual, I’d’ve laughed. But here I am, spreading the gospel. Go. Trust me. Your floor will thank you and you’ll get tipped over with compliments. 11/10 I’m going back.