While seated under a painting of The Last Supper in L.A.'s Koreatown, I spent an hour of hell as an ajosshi relentlessly kneaded my arches and pounded my calves into submission. My girlfriend, husband (who we talked into getting a massage for the first time), and I wanted to try the popular Chinatown foot massage from Spaahbulous, but they were closed. Hubs suggested we try someplace in K-town rather than driving to Pasadena to Heart and Sole. A foot massage shop was having a grand opening upstairs, so we decided on them. A tanned and scrawny man directed us to three recliners (under The Last Supper) where we soaked our feet. At this point I was looking for the female masseuses. Instead two additional men popped out and began vigorously kneading our shoulders. I got the scrawny ajosshi who had long fingernails and callouses that he'd rub along my calves. His thinness disguised a disturbing strength which he used on my arches with gusto. The picture of comic Jason Sudeikis, above, is like me undergoing the foot massage.
Photos NY Magazine and Sandro Castelli