Paradise Spa

Can’t beat the price but a regular was grunting and groaning so much it was ridiculous. Still the price more than makes up for it as the massages are good and the price is the best.

I work in the steinway street. First when I serched all the spas near my office in the google, it showed paradise spa was permanent closed. Until I pass by there today, I see the big sign $ 45 for 90mins and the door is open. Just out of curiosity, I go upstairs. They have female and male massagers. The young guy tell me the spa change the name to Happy Spa because the change of the ownership and they are open every day. I get 1 hour body massage and 30mins foot massage. The totall price is $ 40!This promotion women. lol .They give me a business card, the other side printed 10 times gey 1 time free! The girl who give me massage is really good, especially she massage on my crus. Soooooo relax! I amlost fall in sleep. I have some problem on the back and neck because of sitting in front of computer for a long time. Fortunately, I feel better right now. Definitely come next week.

Had a horrible experience. Like most people I saw the sign — $ 45 for 90 minutes. Sounds like a great deal until I went there and after waiting for 30 minutes –I was told that they got too busy and can’t honor the 90 minutes — to come back for the 30 minutes the next day. On top of all this they were rude and unapologetic .
Sometimes you get what you pay for–
Instead I went to apple massage on broadway — amazingly professional and they offer a range of massages.

I saw the sign for this new spot as I was walking down Steinway — 90 minute massage for $ 45. I thought to myself, «Okay let’s see what this sh*% is all about». Turns out it’s a full 60 minute massage + a 30 min foot massage. Holy hell.
There were two signs at the entrance. One said «Welcome, Come in!» And the other said «Please ring bell». Deduct one star for confusing me. So I did both — rang the bell and walked in at the same time.
The place was quiet, with a few small rooms separated by thin walls and curtains. It was private enough, but you could hear your neighbor’s massage, which at times may prove to be a little embarrassing, but whatever — we may never set eyes on one another so feel free to judge through the wall.
Given the bargain rate, my expectations were low. I gave a sidelong glance at my masseur (Michael) and wasn’t particularly impressed. He spoke pretty much no English and was wearing a t-​shirt and jeans. (Jeans while giving a massage??? That can’t be comfortable. But okay, buddy, your choice.) Not really sure what I was looking for, but I wasn’t expecting him to rock my world.
Uh…I was wrong.
My days of being a masochist are over. I no longer derive pleasure from pain. I will not pay you to hurt me and I don’t want to be attacked with elbows and knees during my massage. I’m looking for «ahhhhh» not «ouch» so I told Michael — «Not too rough. Just medium okay?» And it was peeeerrrrrfect.
I hadn’t realized from my quick glance earlier that he had huge, pizza hands — big and doughy, and strong! He covered a whole lot of tense muscle with those suckers. He used long and deep strokes for what was seriously one of the best massages of my life. He threw in an elbow here and there, but with just the right amount of pressure and in the right spots. I love when a masseur/​masseuse can find my trouble spots without me having to say anything. This guy found the exact spot on my lower back and just killed it. He found it with his thumbs, or knuckles, or hell — maybe it was elbows, and dug in stayed there. I may have actually gasped and then silently thought to myself, «I love you, I love you, I love you.» It was like hitting a G-​spot. But not really.
On top of it being a solid, deep and relaxing massage, he also threw in a few mins of hot stone massage and hot towel massage as well. I was in heaven. When he asked me if I wanted extra time I sighed out a breathy «YES!»
I was in such a stupor after the massage that I got dressed and started heading towards the register. Michael reminded me, «Another 30 minutes for foot massage». Are you kidding me??! So I sat my ass down in the big leather recliner, took off my shoes and let him go to town. I have to assume that it was a good foot massage because I woke myself up by my own snoring. Return one gold star.
If a great, cheap massage isn’t enough — they also reward regular customers. You get a free massage after 10 visits. I should be able to collect my freebie next week.
It’s not a spa. It’s simple and excellent. And that’s all I need. I’m not sure how good the other masseuse is, but I may never have to find out.
P. S. — The card I got from them said Paradise Spa but I could have sworn the big signage on the outside said Happy Spa. Either way — you can’t really miss it. It’s got huge posters of people getting rubbed. Also — they charge tax when you pay with a credit card.