It had admittedly been a long time so maybe my expectations were too high. But it's hard to settle for anything less than ecstasy after knowing what real heat and pure chemistry feels like. The kind that permeates your body and transports your mind far beyone reality and into the ethereal. The kind that has you sweatin' and jonesin' for more.
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.
Greeted by the tranquility of a cascading 3-story waterfall, you enter the urban oasis known as the Water Lounge at the Great Jones Spa. Soft streams of sunlight peer through the skylights creating tranquil serenity; perfect for relaxation and rejuvenation.
