On Bathing - Dirty Water Dogs by Clancy Martin and Amie Barrodale
There’s a reason they have those dividers between urinals, these days.
There’s also a reason they now have windows into steam rooms.
Amie took the red-eye from Seattle; I was up at 4 to catch the 6 AM US Airways flight from Kansas City. We met at the baggage terminal at LaGuardia. I was expecting that we would go straight to our hotel and, well.
“Let’s go to Spa Castle,” Amie said. “It’s like five minutes from here.”
“That sounds like fun,” I said. 
Amie ignores sarcasm so long as she’s told what she wants to hear. At Spa Castle, a five-story pink building in Queens that does indeed look like a castle—as conceived by a drunk Korean contractor on a very tight budget—there was a line of people, mostly women, waiting to get into the building.
“Let’s go to the hotel,” I said.
“We’re already here.”
The men are divided from the women. One more strike against Spa Castle, I thought. If I am going to have to spend my afternoon—first time I’ve seen my lover in ten days—at a spa, the least they could do is let us hang out together. Inside the men’s room, the signs are clearly displayed: You Must Be Naked To Enter The Spa (Korean characters below). Amie had signed me up for a scrub, and two large muscular handsome young Hispanic attendants addressed me: “You gotta strip down, man. There’s your locker. Take a shower. Then you get your scrub.”
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On Bathing - Dirty Water Dogs by Clancy Martin and Amie Barrodale

There’s a reason they have those dividers between urinals, these days.

There’s also a reason they now have windows into steam rooms.

Amie took the red-eye from Seattle; I was up at 4 to catch the 6 AM US Airways flight from Kansas City. We met at the baggage terminal at LaGuardia. I was expecting that we would go straight to our hotel and, well.

“Let’s go to Spa Castle,” Amie said. “It’s like five minutes from here.”

“That sounds like fun,” I said. 

Amie ignores sarcasm so long as she’s told what she wants to hear. At Spa Castle, a five-story pink building in Queens that does indeed look like a castle—as conceived by a drunk Korean contractor on a very tight budget—there was a line of people, mostly women, waiting to get into the building.

“Let’s go to the hotel,” I said.

“We’re already here.”

The men are divided from the women. One more strike against Spa Castle, I thought. If I am going to have to spend my afternoon—first time I’ve seen my lover in ten days—at a spa, the least they could do is let us hang out together. Inside the men’s room, the signs are clearly displayed: You Must Be Naked To Enter The Spa (Korean characters below). Amie had signed me up for a scrub, and two large muscular handsome young Hispanic attendants addressed me: “You gotta strip down, man. There’s your locker. Take a shower. Then you get your scrub.”

CONTINUE


Eddie Huang is here to teach you how to eat soup dumplings. He’s sick and tired of people eating them like assholes, and he wants it to stop. Eddie also wants you to know that the most exciting dish in any restaurant in New York is in Flushing, Queens, and it involves Dungeness crab. All of this information is contained in Eddie’s Munchies episode, which also features Grammy Award-winning producer Emile Haynie and nightlife empresarios Max Koshkerman and Simonez Wolf. Watch the episode.

Eddie Huang is here to teach you how to eat soup dumplings. He’s sick and tired of people eating them like assholes, and he wants it to stop. Eddie also wants you to know that the most exciting dish in any restaurant in New York is in Flushing, Queens, and it involves Dungeness crab. All of this information is contained in Eddie’s Munchies episode, which also features Grammy Award-winning producer Emile Haynie and nightlife empresarios Max Koshkerman and Simonez Wolf. Watch the episode.