Gyms in New York are like everything in New York: Tiered according to price, with a style to match.
New York Sports Clubs is the everyman’s gym. To put it in transportation terms, it’s the like the subway: Basically functional, moderately priced, overcrowded in peak times, and aesthetically bereft.
New York Health & Racquet is the taxicab of gyms: More expensive, but also palpably more pleasant.
And Equinox is the personal luxury car service, assuming the car has cooling neck towels and Bravo TV for during the ride, plus fancy shampoos/conditioners for after.
My friend MQ is discontinuing her membership with Equinox as I suspect her tastes, in more ways than one, lend her towards riding a bike. This is her [characteristically hilarious] parting comment to the Equinox on Wall Street:
"I will miss the Young Lords of Finance. I mean, sure—I know that one day they’ll be the bald, paunchy, unethical old men who daily ruin my country, but for now I just love to stare at their calves on the treadmill.”