Forget Rice-A-Roni and Ghirardelli Chocolates, the Spa at the Mandarin Oriental is the true San Francisco treat. It seems like it’s always tough for urban luxury hotels to create a real “destination spa” environment when they are confined to a vertical building. Based on the names and prices, I have gone to many top luxury hotels in major cities and expected great things. But instead I have been underwhelmed by spas that were obviously jammed into a few renovated hotel rooms.
So you can imagine I wasn’t expecting Shangri-La when I visited the Spa at the Mandarin Oriental San Francisco. Of course I should have known better. When I lived in New York City, I was a huge fan of the Mandarin Oriental Spa New York, but that spa is in a different hemisphere. Of course I had thoroughly examined the website and knew San Francisco wouldn’t have the same extras (like the Vitality Pool or Amethyst Crystal Steam Room )that are featured in NYC’s larger location.
Frankly, once those elevator doors opened I didn’t need any extras… I felt instantly transported to an exotic luxury spa, perhaps in Bali or Thailand. The ceilings are sky high (so in other words, the Mandarin didn’t break my cardinal sin of taking over a few hotel rooms) and the reception area has two dimly lit areas with sumptuous and silky seating areas.
As soon as I approached the reception desk, I was told to make myself comfortable while the attendant brought me delicious tea and a warm towel to begin my “journey.” He took my street shoes and replaced them with spa slippers. Pure class.janna Tags Luxury Spa, Mandarin Oriental San Francisco, Spa Slut