Within minutes of stepping into Orlando’s My Beer Spa , I’m sporting a waffle-weave cotton robe and holding a cold pint of blonde ale. Down the hall, my husband and I step into a darkened room, soft lights glowing gold like the drink in my hand. Classical music and the hum from the bubbling Jacuzzi tubs float in the warm air. As harried, overcommitted, working parents of a spirited toddler, it was everything we could hope for on a Friday afternoon.

Such spas dot Europe, especially in countries such as Hungary, Poland, and Belgium, where beer is the favored beverage. This one, situated in a nondescript corner of Orlando’s tourism corridor, is modeled after those cultural touchpoints.

But the understated exterior belies the chic interior and the luxury it holds. Individuals, couples, and

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