A beer spa… it sounds soooo good… but then I think about it…. EW!
Did you know people did this? I didn’t. The New York Times has a write up on Beer Spas: Yeast of Eden (how cute). At first I thought this might be my new career, after all, I live nearby the Spa City of Saratoga Springs, New York. It would make the news and revolutionize the funky things people in the U.S. with more money than they know what do to with, do. I had visions of exotic rich women in baths of glorious brew.
But ew! Bathing in sticky liquid… what is the real advantage of doing this? I suspect nothing that taking a daily multi-vitamin wouldn’t do. And really, just picture the half-naked bodies that would actually be showing up as customers. EW!
Yea it drums up memories of mopping the frat house floors and using the bath tub as the mop bucket. Ahh the smell of pine-sol and Natural Ice! Those were the days.
Can’t say I would pay to put myself back through that though.
I can just imagine Regis Philbin blowing fart bubbles in a tub of Samuel Adams Utopia.