From the look of the fascility's sic-fi interior-- immaculately attended by flaxen-haired Aryan attendants-- I would expect a gym like this is New York to cost quadruple the amount. It even boasts a colorful history: this particular McFit location sits conveniently attached to the back end of a building (now a spa called the Cowshed) that once housed the Hitler Youth after school program, and then, in the early 1950s, housed the headquarters of East Germany's ruling Socialist Unity Party (SED), which planned early purges close to the site where I now do ab crunches.
Hitler Youth, SED HQ: The Cowshed Spa
Prefect right? Until you realize the downside. . . Germans make you pay for just about everything. There are no water fountains, but you can pay a €1,50 for a bottle (glass bottle!!!) of sparkeling water or apfelschorle (apple juice and seltzer), conveniently billed to your account. Don't worry, there is also a recycling station.
Germans also seem to have quite a different relationship to germ theory. My hotel, like the gym, is also immaculate and cheap with a world class complimentary breakfast (assorted German deli meats, freshly baked German poppyseed bread, handmade pretzels, fresh organic strawberries by the bucketful, even a Nutella dispenser) but my sheets haven't been changed in days. Forget about fresh towels. . . You'll have to walk down the street to the grocery store to find soap. At the gym, you have to pay 50 cents just to turn on the shower. Don't count on soap either. I couldn't find it even in the bathroom. Germans don't seem to be fond of the stuff. Chalk it up to lessons in cultural relatively. . . But man, if you could taste the fresh kohlrabi. And the strawberries! I thought at first they might be injecting them with strawberry flavoring and real, honest-to-goodness sugar. They're not sour at all like American strawberries. There is something about this place that makes food taste better. Did I mention you can drink beer anywhere? Including the subway. Who cares about soap.