Walking in feels a bit like stepping into a 1980s time capsule—in the best way. The tiles, the squeaky floors, the faint smell of chlorine mixed with old fryer oil. It’s weirdly comforting, right?
Don’t expect marble columns or a juice bar called “Alchemy.” This place is honest. The pool isn’t trying to be a spa. It’s just water—and that’s kind of refreshing in a world of overpriced wellness.
The Pool: Where Magic Happens
The swimming pool is the star. It’s huge, like a giant blue soup bowl you can actually swim in. The lifeguards sit in their high chairs, looking bored but ready to blow a whistle at the first sign of cannonball chaos.
And the lane swimming? Oh, it’s a spectator sport. You’ll see a granny doing breaststroke like she’s training for the Olympics, and some bloke in speedos who hasn’t swum since 1992. It’s glorious.
I once saw a kid cry because the water was “too wet.” Fair enough, kid. Fair enough.
