A Barber with a Difference

Another city, another barber to find... In Tokyo I used to go to a barber in Iidabashi near the office where we talked football in (my) broken Japanese. In Bangkok it was just round the corner from our home, cheap & cheerful with a shoulder massage thrown in. In Beijing it was a few blocks away, where the young & big-haired coiffeurs (clearly influenced by Korean K-pop) must have been frustrated by my three quid "short trim". 
So I've found a barber in Mexico City, a block from the office. At £15 it's surprisingly expensive, for me anyway, but you get a wash, a drink and - get this - a copy of Playboy... which I flicked through nervously, pretending I was reading the car and fashion features.