The historic Russian & Turkish Baths on E10th St were a major disappointment for this Indie Girl seeking refuge from the rapid-paced concrete jungle of NYC.  It was like a bachelor pad version of a spa that felt purely functional and devoid of any atmosphere or amenities conducive to relaxation and pampering.  Nor was there any sense of hospitality; just a stern faced dude in a Kangol who assumed I knew the services, policies and procedures of this old-school facility, chock-full of regulars who already knew the drill.