Why Is There Valet Parking at Barcelona in Fairfield?

And furthermore, why was I at Barcelona in Fairfield in the pouring rain this past Friday evening?  I'm not especially a fan of tapas, and I never quite understood the hype of the mini-chain of Barcelona eateries in Connecticut. If I had to dine at a Barcelona, I'd choose the original locale, in South Norwalk, as I have always felt that it is the only redeemable and enjoyable one.  But Fairfield is another story.
It was a dinner party of sorts that brought me there Friday (I wisely skipped dinner, and joined the group for drinks).  Not surprising, the event was organized by a female friend to whom Barcelona is the end-all-be-all.  Perhaps it's because the small tapas portions appeal to females who are often on diets, but I have never quite been able to fathom why women of all ages go absolutely bonkers for Barcelona, it's weird atmosphere and mediocre food. A mere mention of the name and they suddenly go into heat.  I wish I knew this years ago- I would have brought more dates there in hopes of having a good night. 
So there I was, showing up there in the pouring rain on Friday, and was reminded that at some point over the last year or so, the powers-that-be decided to install valet parking.  To do such a thing at an eatery on Black Rock Turnpike in Fairfield is just plain insane.  When I asked our waitress (whose gregarious but oddly-friendly personality seemed more fitting for a 24-hour diner than Barcelona) about this, she informed me that it was because people were just sort of creating their own parking spot wherever they pleased.  Fair enough.
The issue on this particular night was that- in the pouring rain- the valets were hiding under an overhang, moving as slow as molasses.  So rather than wait and have to tip, I did like countless others before me and created my own parking space (even in the rain, Barcelona was packed) near the dumpsters.
As I wrote, I chose not to eat at Barcelona, but my friends got the usual overpriced tapas choices (olives that probably came out of a jar, overly sweet chorizo and figs, beet salad with a few pieces of goat cheese, etc). I opted for a couple of glasses of Rose, which at $10.50 a piece were OK, but not great.
Barcelona in Fairfield must cater to the indecisive (hence its strong appeal with twenty and thirtysomething females).  Customers will order three different tapas at around $7.00 or $8.00 a piece, when there are countless other local eateries where they can go and have a quality meal consisting of a meat or fish with good sides for under or around $20.00. 
Alas, people like to be seen and heard around the Connecticut Gold Coast, and to say that they were at Barcelona in Fairfield enjoying an overpriced tapas and drink on a Friday night (or better, to be seen doing that!) seems like a good idea to most people.  Still, there's no disguising the fact that it's a mediocre at best bar and eatery that is overpriced and- let's not forget- attached to a motel that was rumored to be a haven for prostitutes in the 1980s.  Sure, they boast a lovely and spacious outdoor patio, but in the pouring rain last Friday night, that didn't do me much good.