1. Wi Spa
I decided to hit up Wi Spa first because it has a reputation for being the nicest of all LA Korean spas. The locker room was severely swanky and felt like a country club.
Opening the door to the sauna I saw about thirty nude dudes lazing about, showering or treading water in hot tubs. I’d been warned that it would take a second to get used to the concept of extreme exposure, a warning which was only truly processed when facing that much schlong. I pulled it together, took a very public shower, and then headed for the steam room. When appropriately pickled, I eased into the hottest Jacuzzi and then sweated out last night’s caipirinha in the sauna.