MidTown Athletic Club

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200 East Highland Drive Rochester NY

585-461-2300

 
Is This Your Business?
 

Awesome club - even if you're not cruising.
Crowd: All types - it's the largest health club in Rochester - it's NOT a gay gym, but a lot of gay guys hang out there.
Facilities: HUGE! Workout areas, tennis, squash, spinning, cardio - great locker rooms!

Neighbourhood: SE Rochester

Who's Coming

All types - it's the largest health club in Rochester - it's NOT a gay gym, but a lot of gay guys hang out there.
Facilities

Located at the junction of expressways 490 & 590, Midtown Athletic Club borders the suburbs of Brighton and Pittsford, and is a five minute drive from downtown Rochester.
Cross street: I-490 and I-590
  • Crowd:All types - it's the largest health club in Rochester - it's NOT a gay gym, but a lot of gay guys hang out there.
    Facilities: HUGE! Workout areas, tennis, squash, spinning, cardio - great locker rooms!
  • Directions:Located at the junction of expressways 490 & 590, Midtown Athletic Club borders the suburbs of Brighton and Pittsford, and is a five minute drive from downtown Rochester.
    Cross street: I-490 and I-590
  • Hours:Monday through Thursday from 5 a.m. to 11 p.m., Fridays from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m., and on weekends from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m.
    Best times: Saturday and Sunday afternoons between 3:30 pm and 7:00 pm
  • Cruising Info/ Tips:Catch someone's eye while working out or in the locker room. Head for the private individual showers and grab one across from the guy you're cruising - keep your shower curtain open just enough for you to watch and be seen. If you catch an eye, head to the showers on the far end and lather up! Then head for the steam room, strike up a conversation, show your stuff by letting it all hang out.
    Cruisiest Spots: Locker rooms / showers / steam room.
  • Wheelchair Accessible:Yes
  • Warnings:Be discreet - very mixed membership. Lots of straight guys. Maintenance guys also stroll the locker room.
 
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