Come all ye barbies, all ye roid monkeys, all ye hopeful trophy wives to be. Oh yes, this is the place to ogle, in this gym peppered with a maelstrom of high pitched valley girl voices, the infamous bubble gum blower girl who hops on each machine for five minutes at a time, then leaves to watch herself in the mirror, and also populated by men with perfectly gelled hair wearing their shades inside. Stay far, far away during the after work rush on mondays; you'll be waiting for machines and willing the barbies to just give you your damn turn.
Clientele aside, with the amount of equipment and two levels, it's a pretty solid bet for personal fitness if you're like me and don't give a crap what anyone else thinks.