A very generous, gorgeous human recently treated me to another exceedingly pleasurable day at this place, which I adore. It is hands-down my favorite day spa in New York, and has been since my first visit in 2012. As ever, it made me wish I could set aside (AT LEAST!) one day a week to hang out there.
I have a lot to say about this sanctuary in another post, but for now I just want to warn you all to avoid amazing eight-jet Japanese showers – like the ones at The Spa at Trump Soho – at all costs. They WILL ruin you for your home shower, no matter how big the waterfall or how bountiful the side sprays in your own bathroom. These are the kinds of showers where a full hour could pass and you would never emerge from a trance-like state of oblivion. Usually you’d have to eat 9,000 calories worth of snacks while binge-watching an entire season of House of Cards to numb out to such an intense degree.
Such long showers are medicinal for the spirit, but terrible for skin. Approach with caution and some really good body care products for afterward, when you’re lounging – with bae or solo – in the fragrant, blissful recovery room. No matter how much you want to stay awake and enjoy the tranquility, you’ll pass out from the sheer serenity of being there. Before you know it, you’ll wonder why you ever bother to do anything but unwind at this spa. Soon you’ll quit your job and start doing just that. It’s a slippery slope from relaxing shower to total ruin.
The Spa at Trump Soho
246 Spring St, New York, NY 10013
Phone: (212) 842-5505
(Note: My day here was a personal gift from someone unconnected to the spa. This is not a sponsored post or an ad. I was offered a sizable discount there once when I mentioned at check-out that a talkative bachelorette-type group had penetrated my bubble of relaxation in the recovery room. Otherwise, I’ve never had any kind of compensation from The Spa at Trump Soho.)