Urban Kvetch: Crunch

The transformation of what was once a dank gym on St. Mark’s Place into a lifestyle brand has been embarrassing: an ill-fated magazine (with “musician” Juliette Lewis), idiotic promotions (“Wicked Yoga” offers you the chance to do the downward facing dog next to one of the cast members from the Broadway show) and shameless pandering (“Sexercise,” anyone?) make going to Crunch about as appealing as going to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

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