I've only been inside one real gym: Hercules Health Club in Dallas. This was an old-fashioned gym that catered only to serious lifters. It was owned by Jim Witt, an old WWII veteran and powerlifting pioneer. Witt didn't care how many memberships he sold. There were no contracts or sign-up fees. If you weren't serious about lifting, Witt would escort you out of the gym at gunpoint. Wimps need not apply.
This was a real gym for real men who wanted to get strong. One might even call it the "Holy Grail" of gyms. There was no air-conditioning. There was no music. There were no rows of skinny Mexicans and wiggers doing curls with 25 lb dumbbells. There were no televisions, no treadmills, and no tanning booths. There were no saunas. There was no child daycare center. There were no salesmen and no personal trainers. There were no electronic fund transfers. They were never crowded with yuppies and college students. They did not sell t-shirts or other apparel. They did not have the latest equipment. There were no braggards or loudmouths, and almost everyone could bench 300.
I've trained at several "hardcore" gyms in Texas and Oklahoma, and they were all weak imitators of the real thing. Any gym with a squat rack is considered "hardcore" these days. The Iron Gods weep.
