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| - This was the second spa that I visited in Las Vegas this week and probably the fourth or fifth that I've visited in town ever, so keep in mind that I'm comparing the place against all of those other spas.
I came to Bathhouse for a massage which did not disappoint. Tony was my therapist and he gave my back the good working-over that I desperately needed. He even gave me a few extra minutes at no extra charge, which was very nice of him.
As for the spa area, it's labyrinthine, for one thing, and the spaces are so narrow in some areas that you find yourself edging past other people--not a terribly comfortable position to be in when you're both naked. The steam room is tiny and terribly overheated; the sauna was also tiny but way too cool.
In terms of beverages, there really aren't any other than water and... water (with citrus slices), though I will give the place props for putting out bananas--a great idea to grab one of those if you've done a lot of sweating.
There are also very few places to grab towels, and even fewer places to toss them once you've used them. If you're an experienced spa-goer, you know that an ample supply of towels is vital.
My biggest complaint, though, is probably the strangest-sounding. There is a horrendous lack of hooks on the wall for robes, so you end up having to drape robes and towels on any available surface or railing--and of these, there are few. At one point I ended up having to toss my robe on the floor when I got into the whirlpool, just because there wasn't anyplace else to put it. Less than desirable.
I probably won't be returning to Bathhouse, but I do give Tony props for a good massage.
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