Archive for March, 2010

Spa Blog: Kimpton Hotel~ Baltimore, MD

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Last week-end a friend and I stayed at the newest Kimpton property,  Hotel Monaco located in Baltimore, Maryland.  I was curious to see how the brand translated into the Inner Harbor area of Baltimore, and to find out, “what ever happened to their spa?”

But first, let me turn back the clock to February 2009…

It was over a year ago that I opened the spa at the Lorien Hotel and Spa in Old Town Alexandria, VA~  which is also a Kimpton managed property.  It took a solid 5 months to open their 5 room spa.  Twelve hour days of orchestrating equipment delivery, retail set-up, staff recruitment and training, soft-ware installation,  tracking down gaseous sewage leaks, uncovering construction foibles, collateral approval and promotion, creating marketing plans, and a  whole lot of hand holding, teeth grinding, back stepping, vodka drinking, Subway sandwich eating … and the list goes on, and stops only at the point of a heart palpitations and blistering migraines. I loved every moment.

Wisely, one of the Kimpton brand standards is to use Kirsten Florian Spa products in their spas and/or guest rooms.  Kirsten Florian is truly a perfect spa product line, which is almost 100% organic, with a focus on a full spectrum line of essential oils, a caviar anti-aging line, and a killer Turkish body scrub and black facial mask dug up from the moors of the old country. (Don’t buy the retail version of the Moor Mud Mask as your towel, tub and tile turn black, and how do you explain that?) Their training is excellent as they send 2 expert trainers – with great skin to work with your staff, as well as set up retail and lend just an enormous amount of support during a “pre and post” opening.

OK so that is a snap shot, we are now in March 2009 at the Lorien’s grand opening, ground breaking and ribbon cutting event, and one of the owners of the Baltimore property finds me.  He mentions that he is opening a Kimpton Hotel in the old B&O Railroad Headquarters and is thinking of putting in a spa. He gives me his name and number, there are 400 people at our grand opening, my feet are killing me, I give the information to a corporate sales person, he goes his way and I go mine, a year later… I show up in Baltimore and no spa.

Selfishly, I was disappointed that there is not a spa. I understand why. The local business in that area as well as the hotel guests, just would not (yet) be able to support a full spa. But the good news is that they do offer  in-room treatments. I have to applaud them, because they offer an impressive amount of treatments;  5 types of massage (even hot stones, which is a pain for the therapist as she/he has to schlep an arsenal of equipment, let alone a hot and heavy pot of stones, rubber burn-proof gloves, tongs, towels, etc-  please tip well on this one) 3 body wraps, and how cute that they sell the retail products on-line. Well done Mr. Kimpton hotels.

On a funny note, located in each of the guest rooms is an attractive menu for the in-room spa treatments and TV fitness programs, they brand this as, “IN-ROOM MIND, BODY, SPA.”  That is a bit forced for me, too much trying to keep on brand, but maybe someone else buys into it. I say open the mini bar, crank up the huge bath tub jets and let the mind-body begin. So in that same brochure, the last bit of information regarding bookings says, “Any Massage Treatment may be shared by two guests at no additional charge.” Now, I am a girl that has been around the world and have written and read 100’s of spa menus… but Mr. Kimpton, what does that mean? Hmmm





Spa Blog: First Day of Spring

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

I honestly can’t believe that my first blog entry into my “global spa travel blog” is going to be about the Cleveland Park Day Spa (www.clevelandparkdayspa.com) located in north west Washington DC.

Let me explain…

Yesterday was the 1st day of spring and the 3rd day of the year that it was not raining, snowing or 30 degrees -and the only time that I could dream of walking 4 blocks in my flip-flops to get a pedicure. All of the women in DC got pedicures yesterday, and I was no exception.

The Cleveland Park Day Spa is the typical strip mall nail shop. You walk in, the lady behind the counter asks you what you want, you say;  “pedicure” or “manicure” and then she says, “pick your color” and off you go. Easy. The counter has bright pink price lists and a statue of Buddha, as well as an altar on the ground. The red altar has 2 red hanging Christmas tree lights dangling from the corners, offerings of fruit, incense, a white ceramic elephant and another statue of Buddha.

I go back to the pedicure area where they have 6 new Petra-massage pedicure throwns- which is such a great improvement. As the previous chairs massaged my spine into numbness as metal wires poked through the thin leather and vibrated the “chi” right out of me. In the new tubs, there are  blue and  green lights. I am not sure which color means what, but I was just hoping that one of the colors sanitizes!

OK- so feet are happily soaking and my lady starts my treatment. I call her “lady” as I don’t know her name, she doesn’t know mine, her pink uniform only sports their logo. We are fine unit her cell phone rings, and she answers it.

I am not bothered really because I am quickly distracted by watching my “lady” pick the phone out of her pocket with her thumb and index finger- pinking finger is high in the air as if she were drinking tea with The Queen. She is talking quickly and snappy, nasal-  and now both pinky fingers are having tea and cucumber sandwiches with The Royal Family. She has ballerina hands and continues her conversation. I am now bored and look at the other customers and discover… there is a new unfashionable breed in DC- the newly graduated ladies of upper class families and universities, who know it all… but not really.

The one young lady, whom I will call her the “mentor”  is trying to communicate with her “lady” that the scrub is too rough and her massage is too strong. The “mentor” demonstrates and slows down her words and motions with her hands, slower circles and less scrubbing. Now that great thing about people from other countries is that there is always someone who speaks English and acts as the “translator”- so our “translator” , who sat just 2 stools away,is translating.

My pedicure continues with a toothy smile and a, “sorry” -   I am now scrubbed, filed, clipped and then with a reach of her hands my “lady” pulls out what looks like a plastic ketchup bottle from the local bar-b-q and as if she is squirting mustard on a hot dog, squeezes lotion onto my shin, from the knee to toe. I felt like I was at a vending stand on the corner in New York City, waiting for her to ask me if I wanted onions with that dog. She gave me a wonderful massage, with pinky fingers lifted, painted my toes and gave me another toothy grin of thanks.

Oh it was a great afternoon, and even though I was only 4 blocks from home, I think that I did have a “global spa” experience.