When you enter Barney’s, you already know you can’t afford anything.
You are reminded of this even before entering the store because you’re avoiding the expensive valet, trying to park your Civic 5 blocks away.
You pass through Hell’s waiting room (the perfume counters) and after trying every single unnecessary fake door and finally find the elevators to the top floor where the restaurant is located.
The view of the Hollywood sign and surrounding hills is gorgeous. The grey colored pastrami sandwich below?….you be the judge.