A Spatastic Afternoon at the Four Seasons Hotel Seattle
A 50-minute medley massage and a brunch of Short Rib Eggs Benedict — I don’t think I could have asked for a more perfect Saturday afternoon during a recent Seattle visit.
When I arrived at the waterfront Four Seasons Hotel Seattle (the hotel hosted me for this blog I wrote for Urban Lux), I knew I was in store for a treat as I walked through the contemporary, naturally lit lobby. Once I got to the spa, I was shown to the locker room, which was flooded with natural light and included a huge steam room.
With robe and slippers on, I headed to the relaxation room, which in true Four Seasons form, was filled with comfy armchairs and my favorite snuggly blankets. Before I knew it, my technician had come to get me, and I was whisked off for my treatment, which integrated both deep tissue and Swedish styles of massage.
Between the technician’s technique and my focus on deep breathing, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more relaxed during a massage. When I returned to the relaxation room post-treatment, I actually asked the receptionist if we could push back my brunch reservation, so I could enjoy the peace I felt. (And she happily accommodated my request.)
After 30 minutes of tea sipping, magazine reading, and snuggling under my blanket, I was ready to enjoy brunch. The rain had started to fall outside, but I was safe and sound in the hotel’s restaurant, Art, with a fabulous view of the water.
Now, I am happy to admit that I indulged during this brunch. Heck, I eat salads with tuna and other reasonable fare most of my weeks, so I can enjoy moments like this. The brunch menu includes a variety of Eggs Benedict variations ranging from one with fried chicken to the short rib option I went with. Order one — you won’t regret it.
My mouth was also made happy with a mimosa and a few fresh oysters. I was tempted to order the lemon ricotta pancakes, but I figured I should probably save something for next time, right?
By the time I’d finished off my last bite of short rib, egg, and English muffin goodness, the rain had halted, and I was ready to head off for a walk around Pike Place Market. What a pleasant “fit” to find many miles away from Atlanta.