Kevin Brings A Taste Of Nepal To The UES
Last week, I took a personal day. I shopped the boutiques on Third Ave., treated myself to no sugar-added Moose Tracks at Sedutto, and passed over my usual mani/pedi joint for Mimi’s Nail & Spa on First and 80th. There’s nothing so special about Mimi’s – from the outside, it looks like another run of the mill mani/pedi place where “spa” means “pedicures in green gelatinous goo accompanied by sub-par back rubs.” I went there because, after a horrible mani/pedi at Dashing Diva, I was weary of overpaying, but still wanted some novelty. And novelty I did get!
Enter Kevin, mani/pedi extraordinaire. Normally, I don’t like strange men touching me (bad experience with a male masseuse during my formative tweenhood), but by the time I looked up from my W Magazine, Kevin was sitting before me, ready to go. Annoyed at myself for the oversight, I decided that he looked harmless, that it was just a mani-pedi, and that I was chaste in my black leggings, anyway.
In the early stages of my pedicure, Kevin disarmed me with his kindness and honesty (he called me out for being a pampered “rich kid”). And then came the massage. Little did I know, Kevin was formally trained in massage in his home country of Nepal. I must say that although it was only a foot and leg massage, it was the best massage I’ve had in all of my charmed life. For the price of a neighborhood mani/pedi, I was led into a deep meditative state. And five days later, my nails still haven’t chipped. So not only have I a new mani/pedi-curist, but a new masseuse, as well. And it seems that I’ve kicked my deep-seated fear of strange men. Now that’s what I call a personal day.
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Hi Samanta,
Thank you very much for the article”‘kevin bring a taste of nepal to ues”which is consider with me .i am very glad to see article on the web site at first time in USA.I am very pleasure with you.
kevin
No doubt, Kev. You deserve a medal for that massage.