Now I’ve never been to a David Barton gym, but I’ve heard… well, things. The facilities have more of a reputation for their cruising potential than their ability to get you fit. In fact, someone in our office says they know someone who has a membership for David Barton and a membership to another gym they actually work out in. Um, so it’s basically an exclusive muscle-club with membership dues?
I mean, check out this photo from the Astor Place location. Who the hell decorated this shit? Are those skeletons supposed to make me want to work out? Because they make me want to eat ten cheeseburgers. I’m just sayin’. Did I mention they have DJs spinning? Throw in a drag queen lip-synching Katy Perry songs, and we’re basically in a gay club. I wonder if they serve booze at the juice bar.