Cannon Beach Center For Natural Medicine and Spa

AWESOME! I feel bad that other reviewer Kate had such a bad experience. It was one of the best massages I ever had. Just to give you back ground, I“am a hairdresser who has been doing trades with a wonderful therapist for 5 years… so I’m picky. Jessica was warm, fun and understood my need for relaxation. Her pressure was consistent and she only talked when I talked to her, sometimes therapists are to chatty and you can’t relax. The space is very pretty and they offer alot of other services which I hope to try the next time I go to the Oregon Coast.
Bottom line… Ask for Jessica!

I want to love you, Cannon Beach Spa. I never had anything against you. I got one massage from you last year, and though not memorable, it did nothing to deter me from coming back.
But that was before I met… DUN DUN DUN… John Paul.
Initially, my boyfriend was scheduled to be with the male massage therapist, and I with the female, for our two-​hour couples massage. I agreed to take the male, however, given his slight uneasiness with having man rub him all over.
A worse deal I never made.
First of all, before we get to John Paul. The spa is really cute and zen-​y out front. But the massage room — what? It’s like a doctor’s office. The floors are that ugly speckled linoleum, the windows are big and not curtained enough to prevent the room from being ultra-​bright, and there was no massage-​y atmosphere at all. I think they may have had on some new agey music, but this was back in May, so I don’t remember ALL the details.
Now, onto John Paul.
Now this is just personal preference, but I like my massage therapist to look comfortable. If they don’t look like they’re wearing clothes they’re comfortable in, it’s hard for me to imagine they’re going to be able to make me comfortable. John Paul was in a white dress shirt and black dress slacks. When I laid down on the table, I noticed he also had on black, three-​eyelet dress shoes. I can only assume this is a regulation uniform, to which I say — Cannon Beach Spa, come on! The guy is on his feet all day! How about some Crocs?
I could go on and on about the massage, but I will try to make it brief. It was absolutely atrocious. The worst massage I have ever had in my life. I instructed John Paul at the beginning to work on the knots in my shoulders and back. He did — if by «work on» you mean «find and then avoid». Also, I think he forgot it was a two-​hour massage, turned me over about half an hour in (Julian’s therapist kept him on his front for another 45 minutes thereafter) and then proceeded to work on my front for the REMAINING HOUR AND A HALF. Do you know how little there is to massage once you have a woman on her back? Well, that is, of course, unless you know her pretty well… But we won’t go there.
John Paul proceeded to go over my shoulders, arms, legs, and feet again… and again… and again. After about half an hour I was ready for it to be over. The remaining hour was miserable.
The absolute lowest point of the massage was when John Paul’s shoulder-​length, curly, gelled hair brushed my face as he leaned over me. I almost vomited. I don’t want any dude’s long hair touching my face. And certainly not when I am meant to be relaxing.
The massage was so awful that when I left, I actually felt worse than when I came in. I ended up coming back to Seattle and getting a massage at a place in Bellevue (which is awesome, and I will review soon) to correct the damage John Paul inflicted.
Now, to be completely fair, my boyfriend enjoyed his massage. He didn’t rave about it or anything, but found it pleasant and relaxing. So maybe it’s just John Paul.
Nonetheless, I do not anticipate visiting Cannon Beach Spa for another massage any time before hell freezes over.