Asian Magical Massage Spa

I drove by this place in a little strip mall and decided to give it a try. I’m determined to find something in the New Orleans area that compares to the thai massage place I loved in California. I’ve had countless massages over the last few years so in terms of quality/​experiences I feel I know what to expect. This place looks great on the outside, and the interior is beautiful. It seems very clean and quiet. The pricing seems more than most walk-​in massage places, but it looked like a place I’d like to try, so I caved. That’s where the good part ends.
There were frequent loud bangs on the ceiling. It took me a second to realize it was from a gym upstairs and the sounds were dropping weights. The room I was shown to had the proper table with sheets on it. However, the top sheet was just thrown on there like dirty laundry. For a second I wondered if it had already been there or if she put it there when she showed me to the room. She asked me how much pressure I liked but didn’t fully understand my short/​clear response. I figured we’d work it out as we go. Her phone was not on «silent» so I could hear every text/​update that she got. I sighed when it happened, hoping to be subtle, but then it rang and she answered it. Not only that, she carried on a conversation while rubbing my back with her free hand. I cleared my throat several times and still — she kept talking. When she finally hung up she was oblivious to her rude behavior because she kept telling me to relax when she felt my back tense up. I was so shocked as to what just happened I didn’t even know how to react. I just wanted my massage. And forget about proper draping — she uncovered my whole bum while massaging me and just left it. I moved the sheet back up where I felt comfortable, and she left it until she moved on to a different part of my body where she again, basically removed the whole sheet. This happened a few more times.
When I went to the front desk to pay (I probably shouldn’t have paid), my «therapist» offered me water. Good job. The cashier seemed to run the place so I told her what had happened and how it was unprofessional and unacceptable. She didn’t understand me either. My «therapist» was standing there smiling and nodding. I had to basically sign what happened and my tone was obviously not happy so they started to understand. A man came to the front who overheard what I’d been trying to explain and told them for me. They still seemed «meh» about it. They certainly took my money — but then she asked if I wanted to leave a tip. Are you kidding?!
It doesn’t matter WHAT language you speak you should know what’s professional and what is ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE.

My boyfriend and I called and got a last min appointment for a Swedish and foot massage. The place is new and very clean. It was a great spot and we will be back again for sure.