Salon Spy: Thai Square Spa
- March 13th 2013
- / Anna Hunter
Can't afford a honeymoon? In need of a holiday? No time for that gap yah? I suggest booking a one-way ticket to Covent Garden's newly re-launched Thai Square Spa for an authentic eastern experience, albeit without the palm fringed beaches and sizzling street food. You will be greeted, however, with a lot of tea...
Housed in a converted Victorian warehouse in the heart of bustling Covent Garden, Thai Square Spa is a temple of tranquility that could just as easily be nestled in a corner of Siam. Glossy wood, smiling Buddha statues and pottery bells create an enchantingly exotic atmosphere that is enhanced by the ceremonial serving of signature Thai tea at the beginning of the treatment.
I visited on a bitterly cold Wednesday evening with a Thai ally, for authenticity purposes and also as a birthday present for said male partner. I glugged my tea and prayed for treatment nirvana. Luckily, we weren't far off.
We were booked into a couple's suite, which was quite frankly, breathtaking. Opulent fabrics, flickering candles and elegant drapery adorned the spacious treatment area, and we were invited to change into robes before enjoying a ritual floral footbath, a prerequisite for any treatment at Thai Square.
Being wimps, we opted out of the traditional Thai massage (although I have heard that the therapists works wonders). Instead I chose an Aromatic Experience (£75 for one hour), with the accompanying male plumping for a Gentleman's Hot Towel Facial (£65 for one hour). I think that we both slept for the next hour, in a good way.
Using a range of Thai herbal skincare and oils, we were stroked, massaged and soothed until our skin was baby smooth and our minds serenely stress-free. I asked for lightly pressured strokes, and my wish was my therapist's command. The highlight was a deeply relaxing pressure point scalp and facial massage, made even better by the messy top-knot style created by my masseuse at the end of the treatment; effortlessly chic.
According to my male accomplice, his facial was equally blissful, with the application of essential oil-soaked hot towels being a particular high point. Three days on, my limbs feel lithe and knot-free, while my partner in crime has retained his glowing complexion.
My only bugbear would be the rousing spa soundtrack playing throughout; I am no fan of whale music but some calmer chimes wouldn't have gone amiss. Despite this, our Thai Square experience was gloriously otherworldly, ending with another round of complimentary tea and an invitation to the low-lit relaxation area. Namaste.