clean and quiet. the service was good too. chose 2 HR massage for $102 with tip $20 and free 2 HR parking with validation.
one down side of the 2HR course is that you take off your clothes for 1HR in a room then put the clothes back on for another massage in the public room LOL. it feels a bit inconvenient but understandable due to space limit.
but the plus side is that it stays up til late so I can do the massage right after work!
March 2026
When my husband and I first walked in we were a little worried because it was not your typical spa setting.... BUT , WOW, best massage we've ever had..and the price..that's the cherry on top!
June 2025
I slipped into Imperial Foot Massage on Jackson Street—one of those Chinatown gems where humming traffic mixes with soft music and muted gossip. My 60‑minute full‑body massage started with expert elbow work on my tight shoulders, then migrated south to feet that practically sighed with relief. The space: basic recliners under warm lights, clean, calm—no candles, no pretension. My therapist, who introduced himself as “Andy-ish,” chatted quietly—not awkward, just enough to remind me this is Seattle, not some pump‑and‑dump spa. Deep pressure that hit every knot without leaving me tender the next day. For about $55, parking in the Pacific Rim Center garage... read full review
clean and quiet. the service was good too.
chose 2 HR massage for $102 with tip $20 and free 2 HR parking with validation.
one down side of the 2HR course is that you take off your clothes for 1HR in a room then put the clothes back on for another massage in the public room LOL. it feels a bit inconvenient but understandable due to space limit.
but the plus side is that it stays up til late so I can do the massage right after work!
When my husband and I first walked in we were a little worried because it was not your typical spa setting.... BUT , WOW, best massage we've ever had..and the price..that's the cherry on top!
I slipped into Imperial Foot Massage on Jackson Street—one of those Chinatown gems where humming traffic mixes with soft music and muted gossip. My 60‑minute full‑body massage started with expert elbow work on my tight shoulders, then migrated south to feet that practically sighed with relief. The space: basic recliners under warm lights, clean, calm—no candles, no pretension. My therapist, who introduced himself as “Andy-ish,” chatted quietly—not awkward, just enough to remind me this is Seattle, not some pump‑and‑dump spa. Deep pressure that hit every knot without leaving me tender the next day. For about $55, parking in the Pacific Rim Center garage... read full review