Bobzz Barber Shop is on the west side of Woodinville. If Woodinville could be said to have a "wrong side of the tracks", this, being just across them, would be it, right next to the worst stop-sign in the area.
The sign doesn't say "Bobzz"; it just says "The Barbershop". The actual business is part of a dilapidated strip building with a decent sandwich shop.
Inside, the first thing you notice is a cluttered desk, computer monitor, and slight grime. There is a coating of dust on many surfaces, and of grit and such on the floor. A vase fell between a bookshelf and desk years, perhaps decades, ago and has it's own accumulated dust. On the wall is an "import tuner" calendar from 2005, of pretty women hidden behind car parts. The window sill has some empty bottles and a desk lamp; pretty much every surface has something on it. A television atop a desk is tuned to CNN, the ancient computer is surfing MSN. Haircuts, the signs printed from a computer and taped to a window and a desk tell us, are $12. A pretty low price for this area, but perhaps you're beginning to understand why.
There is a single solitary barber chair. No sink for washing hair is obvious, but I didn't look carefully. The cutting tools are on a towel that has a coating of dietris on it already. The barber, who could use a haircut himself, stands when I come in. "A haircut please", I say. He points at the chair and gets started.
Nothing wrong with the haircut. He properly applied a protective apron and silently went about the task. Perhaps 14 minutes later, he spoke his first words, "Alright my man." I think he may have said two more sentences, for a total of three during my whole time there.
Barbershops, as opposed to hair salons, are not about ambiance, just as restaurants aren't about the music. But the feel of this place did for the haircut what a screaming toddler at the next table does for an expensive dinner out. I won't return.