Our Man on the Street Tim Murphy took a peek at the giant new David Barton gym in Astor Place this week, and got a little personal training from Barton himself. (Of course, training in Tim’s case largely involves pretend D.J.-ing, pretend aerobics, and touching other men’s stomachs.) Check out the club’s “Victorian punk” interior, and enjoy Tim’s discovery of one DB trainer’s chiseled torso. “This is what we do with abs,” boasts Barton.
“It almost looks like a tray of organic eggs!” Murphy gasps in reply.