You Got Kung Fu Grip

I first became addicted to the chair massage when my first job out of school offered them every Tuesday.  If you're going to the right place, the chair massage is anything but the poor man's table massage, although they are definately easier on the wallet.  Chair massages end up close to a dollar a minute and come in 10-15 minute increments.  The cagey chair jockey though can usually milk you for additional increments by working the "I've only done one side/ one section" gimmick.  They know a stressed out "gaigin" with their head smooshed in the donut pillow and a elbow pressed deep in a pressure point is likely to just throw their wallet on the floor and tell them to keep going until Visa Fraud Protection raises the red flag on repeat charges.  

YouGotNails on the Bedford St main drag offers an exceptional chair massage.  The master is a distinguished looking Asian dude that practices the all out ninja attack massage style.  I'm sure he could be gentle if that's you liking, but he isn't with me, which is interesting because we have never actually spoken.  I have no doubt the man also possesses telepathy and can either sense my knotted shoulder need a more aggressive approach or is totally disgusted reading my thoughts and thinks I need to be slapped around some.  He doesn't badger you for more time unless you ask.  After the massage he will put you through a series of submission moves and stretch you back and chest.  I'm waiting one day to be thrown in the Cobra Clutch.  The only thing that keeps me from tapping out is knowing how amazing you'll feel after.  

I'd ask his name, but I know were he to speak it, it would only unleash ancient & untold power that would level The City That Works.