We're pretentious. Not pretentious enough to actually shop in Whole Foods, but pretentious enough to laugh at those who do. From a distance. We used to stand outside on the sidewalk and point, but now there's a bar inside from which you can mock rubbernecking husbands strolling by with lattes, forlornly mouthing "Honey, is that a barrr? I didnt know they had a barrr in here."
The food eventually arrives from steamtables about a quarter mile away at the other end of the palace and when you try to close out your beer tab the POS slip charges you for, like, Progresso soup and a bunch of organic bananas. The whole thing is so stupid it's actually kind of fun.
Like I said, I'd never shop in Whole Foods, but the bar experience was offbeat in a mostly good way. OK, OK, we picked up a couple items on the way out.