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| - So much to gush about the Montelucia. Where to begin? Plan on spending at least 2-3 hours at the ultra-chic, other worldly Joya Spa, which is a Moroccan themed sanctuary that really does make you feel like you've traveled beyond the 48 states. Holly gave a fantastic hamman scrub, which doesn't leave you feeling like you got a serious gritty scrape from salts. Instead, she used a softer exfoliating glove (you get to leave with it) and a deliciously smelling herbal soap, which I wished was for sale. Margaret's reflexology massage is a must-do. The Polish therapist's knowledge of nerves is second to none and was a is a refreshing change from the usual deep tissue treatments I opt for. And, her softer technique brings a comfy vibe to the 80 minute treatment. She makes it all about you. Perhaps the most valuable part of her gypsy-like existence as a masseuse is her allowance for customization for each client. She tailored her treatment to my sore back and neck and got deep into my feet, which sent the energy reverberating all the way up.
Prado is a real gem of a restaurant. Grandpa Frank is a NY legend in his own right and his old school ways of hospitality hint to his former incarnation. I won't say where he earned his critical success, but know it was in a top tier NY gig. Nathan, Thomas, Adrian and Jorge took such good care of my vegetarian palate that I felt like a high roller living it up in serious Presidential style. I'm not, of course. But, complex flavour profiles are the thing at Prado and not a single dish (out of 5 I sampled) failed to impress me once. Do try the hummus (made daily) as the flavour starts from the crunch of the veggies and then it melts in your mouth. If they sold a tub of it, I would have packed one to go. Superb selection of Spanish wines (including a dizzyingly sweet Cava that I wanted to drink all night long).
The views of the Camelback Mountain are enough to make you extend your trip by one more night. I know I will the next time I return.
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