Quick Fix

A great place to get a quick public back massage.
Man oh man can those guys work a back!

Hmm. so, I’d been getting massages here (here being defined mostly as the two setups in the middle of the mall that are related to the storefront) for quite some time. Usually, the massages are awesome and the price is a whole lot better than what I’d pay in a spa for a far worse quality massage. I’m all about the pressure, and that’s usually perfect. However:
a) the prices have recently risen, meh.
b) there’s this one lady, Juan, who tries to tell me she’s adding more time in for free and then pouts when I don’t try to pay her more — sorry, but I have my massage budget that includes an appropriate tip, I don’t do extortion — I will never have her massage me again.
c) Michelle’s review really gave me the shivers. I never doubted that the masseurs/​masseuses were talking shit but now there’s just no pretending.
d) speaking of them talking shit, there’s ALWAYS chatter going on and it gets very distracting, despite my not understanding any of it.
In summary: great massages if you like pressure and you can ignore the bullshit. I didn’t go today because the «ignore the bullshit» part is getting more difficult.

worst massage experience ever!!! bad quality, bad service

I love this place. I work in the area and love to stop by on my lunch hour for a «quick fix» The quality of the massage is pretty high and the folks that work there are very nice.
Try it!

Have you ever said, you know what I miss from our vacation in Thailand… I miss getting massages on the street… You know the kind of massage that is not relaxing nor comfortable, but you have a bunch of people staring at you when you walk by… well THIS is the place for you! The only difference is here you pay 5 times the price.
My wife talked me into getting a quick massage here while we were at the Great Mall. Once you get past the hordes of people walking by staring at you like you are a puppy in a cage at a pet store… get ready for the most painful 30 to 60 min of your life.
At one point I felt like Jack Bauer on 24 and this woman was paid by the Chinese government to find out what I did with the Russian micro chip. While I winced in pain… had to whip away tears… I told myself… it hurts now. but I am sure when it is over… everything will be better… WRONG! As I left I could barely walk my feet hurt so bad!
Here is my tip for this place… if you are a parent with kids that act up at the mall… next time they are being bad, drop them off here for a 15 min massage… Next time you are shopping and they act up, you ask them if they do not behave they will get a massage. I guarantee you will have little angels with you for the rest of the day. or until child protective services take them away!

I was first exposed to reflexology on a trip to Singapore and Malaysia. Reflexology is very much part of these Chinese-​influenced societies where there are several reflexology shops set-​up on major streets. Read up more on reflexology here:
The first time that I got it done, I found it somewhat painful and found that I could feel pain in areas of my body I didn’t think possible. However, when the massage was done, and I headed back to my hotel room to go to bed, I found that I slept so well! (Maybe in part to jet lag, but I’d like to think that it was because of the massage.) But, I digress.
I was happy to find that a reflexology shop had taken up shop in the Great Mall. (Right in the middle of mall that connects the two halves of the mall) The massage wasn’t as painful as the ones I’ve received in Asia, but still as satisfying. It’s definitely worth a try! They have these nice leather chairs that you sit in and relax while the «technician» has their way with your feet.
They have different rates ranging from 12 minute one for a $ 15 up to an hour one for $ 50. It’s suggested you shouldn’t do more than half an hour (from what I heard) so just do the 30 minute one if you really need to relax.
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UPDATE 3÷3÷08
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I’m subtracting two stars because of the last visit I had here. The guy started talking on his Bluetooth while he was massaging my feet. I didn’t like that, at all. I mean, I know this isn’t that illustrious of a job, but there should still be a sense of professionalism. I’m also not a big fan of them spraying rubbing alcohol all over my feet …

After a long day of walking around the Circular Mall That Never Ends, I stumbled by Quick Fix and was given violent hand motions from the staff inside to come in. They were having a one-​hour massage special for $ 35 and my sore feet wouldn’t let me say no to that. So I sat in one of their cushy leather couches and they propped my neck with a heated cushion and wrapped my feet in a paper towel and heated slippers. After a few minutes, the slippers got so hot that they were borderline burning my feet, but I didn’t want to say anything since I like hot anyway, plus I don’t think they would have understood me if I did. It was a decent massage, with most of the emphasis on the foot. I asked for some extra attention to my sore neck and shoulders, but I think they have a set routine they go through, because I got the same amount of time spent on that section compared to my friend next to me who didn’t give any special requests. The weirdest thing is that they lube up your feet with Vaseline. That’s right — VASELINE. I know it’s a moisturizer and stuff, but it just felt downright WEIRD. And they sterilize your feet with sprays of rubbing alcohol. I have a feeling if I asked for any more time, I would have seen other random household cleaning products they could find in their closet used on my body.
One thing I learned — they advertise the $ 35 hour special on the outside to lure you in, then try to talk you down to a half hour since it’s $ 28. I noticed a lot of people saying yes to the half hour, but why stick with that when you can get twice the time for only $ 7 more? My masseuse tried to do that to me, said «half hour» and I said, «No, ONE hour,» and she pretended not to understand. Then I told her firmly again and then she nodded. Sneaky sneaks! Give me some rubbin’!