After my second visit to Thai Jasmine, I texted my group chat: “I have found heaven, and it smells like lemongrass and spite.” I didn’t mean “spite” in a bad way—I meant the kind of delicious pressure that makes you grunt. The staff remember your name, your problem shoulder, and how much you like to sweat in silence. It’s personal, affordable, and the best thing in Leicester’s LE2 area since they put that roundabout in.
So, if you’re ready to trade your stress for a story, book an appointment. Tell them the “pretzel man” sent you. They won’t know what that means, but they’ll give you a massage that changes your life. Just don’t plan a gymnastics class afterward—unless you want to explain to your coach why you can’t stop smiling.
