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| - Like any self-respecting straight male spa reviewer, I should preface by caveatting that I don't purport to be an aficionado. In fact, the only other spas I've visited lately are in the Norwegian mountains, where my brethren have the brave, you'll-be-seeing-spots-inducing habit of diving into the snow after after a long sauna.
I used to leave Vegas Sundays midday, like most other dehydrated, decimated weekend warriors. One visit to the Wynn spa, and now I'm a convert to recuperating in-country rather than back in the Bay Area. The hot tub, deluge shower, stream room, sauna and lounge are a killer quint-fecta -- 2 rotations around in the span of 2 1/2 hours mid-afternoon will feel just about right. Shower and head straight to the airport.
If you're prone to spa boredom, grab the Sunday Times magazine on the way over to the hot tub -- I had the pleasure of reading Peter Singer's cogent argument for providing and rationing public health care (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/19/magazine/19healthcare-t.html?pagewanted=all).
Skylight over the hot tub is genius in the summer.
Not over-crowded, but maybe that's the business cycle.
Sorry, no idea about the treatments.
Go with the Encore Spa if you're looking for an underground palace, Wynn Spa for a cozy den a la Narnia. Slightly different amenities.
PS: Was not surprised to see the legendary Libby L. lauded in a review of this fine, appropriately Mobil 5-Starred establishment.
PPS: Tim Ash, could you please give someone a talking-to about the icons you have to chase around the screen like whack-a-mole?! (www.wynnlasvegas.com)
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