I've never been but it comes very well-recommended.

[A spa day wouldn't really be his scene. He can do the meditation just fine on his own, and the rest of it is a little too intimate for his tastes. Massage? And let some total stranger see that awful tattoo? Absolutely not. A manicure would make him hyperventilate. Best to just Not.

He sets off down the beach in the general direction of the bar. MIPS floats along next to him, perfectly still and perfectly level.]

We can drop you off there after you've got a drink or two in you, if you like.