There's a ridiculously nouveau riche home on the market for $22 million near Napa Valley that in addition to six bedrooms, eight full and three half baths, guest quarters, and an indoor swimming pool, has a 24,000-square-foot "auto barn" with an antique gas station, a fake "town street," and a fully equipped diner. It's exceptionally weird: bordering on Neverland Ranch bizarreness. But to each his own, right?
My question is . . . if you had the dough, would you want your own diner down the hallway from, say, your living room? Or would you prefer to leave the smell of french fry oil and burger fat outside of your home?