The first professional massage I've ever had in my life was at Harry Potter Thai Massage. I still giggle at the sheer absurdity of such a place.
Why did we go to Harry Potter Thai Massage? Maybe for the kitsch value. Maybe just to say we did it. Or maybe because we didn't really stop to think this through.
Brian and I both opted for the so-called foot massages, which seemed like a good introductory experience. We were brought to a dark room in the back of the salon with an oscilatting fan, pillows, and floor mats.
Laying a foot or so apart, we were placed on neighboring mats, and our two massage therapists got to work on our feet. Trying to be polite, we asked our massage team if they liked Harry Potter. They looked at one another, obviously not having understood, and then one answered, "No, we don't know Mary."
About a minute went by, and then Brian and I began to get the giggles. Everything became funny. And our laughter control only decreased as the foot massage became a more-intimate-than-expected leg massage, which turned into a head massage, followed by arm and hands!
While I'm certain this would have felt fine, I spent all of my energy trying not to laugh, and I did not enjoy nor benefit at all from this particular massage. I went on to enjoy other massages in Ko Phi Phi, and I can highly recommend Thai massage.
But I do not recommend a visit to Harry Potter, as the atmosphere is just a little too ridiculous for massage. If, like us, you feel you must go there, get a pedicure!