If you’re like us, Urban Daddy is your go-to guide for what’s hot/not in the city of New York. Which was why it was particularly upsetting to find this in our inboxes this morning:
Russian Spa Haven on Wall Street
If you're in the mood for some schvitzing and blintzing, grab a group of friends and head to Spa 88 for an old-school Russian bathhouse experience, where you can drink, eat and party the way you've always wanted to...in your bathrobe.
Upon arrival, grab a locker key, don a halat (robe), and meet up in the predbannik, a dim, damp lounge with large leather couches separated by ornate screens and covered with sleeping Russians. Flag down a waitress for some vodka or kvas (Russian bread soda) to kick off the night, then venture out to the maze of rooms hiding co-ed pools and saunas. Bear the sauna as long as you can, then douse yourself with buckets of ice-cold water—it hurts, but it's worth it for the post-douse rush.
We’d never begrudge a Wall Streeter the unparalleled ecstasy that comes with a visit to the steam room, vodka or a vodka-toting waitress. But these things have their places, namely at your local JCC, liquor store or bar (and sometimes all at one but that’s not where we’re going with this post). Russian bathhouses just make us think of our grandfathers and if you only do one thing for us this year, please make it giving us your word that you won’t try to make that sexy. We’re sure this plea will come back to haunt us, and you’ll likely hear us saying, “Please, Urban Daddy, oh please make grandfathers and Eastern Europe and blintzes and borscht and all that stuff sexy” at some point in the future. Sixty years from now.
Blintzes, Beer and Bathing in the Financial District [Urban Daddy]
Wall Street Bath & Spa
[Sidebar: You know what's something I never thought I'd say but found myself remarking to my friend Margaret while writing this post? "There's a real dearth of pictures of "bathhouse Jewish men" under the Google image search."]