Spa Excess
Address
105 Carlton St.
Toronto,
ON
M5B 1M1
Near: Jarvis St.
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Mad Decent
always a hit or miss
I prefer Moderation over Excess
This place is fine, until it's not, then it's slightly disturbing how fast they turn on you. I think the fault lies not with the clientèle or even most of the staff but with the out of touch owners. I personally won't be returning but I went there for many years oblivious to the dysfunction and to me it seemed fine. My warning would be enjoy yourself but never allow yourself to be in a situation where you might require serious assistance. If this warning seems too vague, stay away from here, it will bite you hard.
Depends on when you get there
It was my first visit to Spa Excess in some years. I used to get there on weekend nights at 10.30, and found a crowd of sorts, but the action would be winding down. This time, I arrived at 9.30 or so, and the place was hopping! (I could, with profit, have arrived still earlier.) The facility is clean and well-maintained, as always, and there was a good mix of types: younger, older, trim, heavy, White, Black, and Asian. (I don't know which nights might be "good" besides Friday and Saturday; the one time I went on a Monday, it was d-e-a-d.)
good times
very clean and I met nice people
BAD HELP DESK STAFF, ROGER
I stopped going there 3 years ago and have never been back since. One guy was stalking me and I told him `no`3 times, but he didn`t seem to accept the fact. He finally called me names such as Mr. Rice, Mr. Arrogance, etc. I went to the staff, Roger, and told him what was going on. Roger told me to stay away from that guy and I did stay away from him. Two hours later, I came to the TV room and that guy followed me to the TV room. He still bugged me calling me names (not loud, but I could still hear it) This happened in front of Roger (the TV room is near the bar where Roger was serving drinks to other clients), so I walked to Roger and again told him what that guy was saying. Guess what! I was shocked that Roger said that he didnt hear anything. Eventually, Roger and I started to argue about the whole situation. Finally, the solution for this was that Roger told me not to come back there again. And he successfully convinced me because I have never been back since.