When I saw Kelly Rowland I freaked the Fuck out. I lovedddddd her, but the rules at Miss Lily’s were clear: NO FAN GIRLING! Meaning treat celebrities like every other guest. Allow them their privacy, don’t scream, don’t ask for autographs, don’t take pictures etc…thems the rules and if you were caught breaking them you’d get reprimanded. So I stayed as calm as possible, coming off apathetic when interacting with her. However, at every possible nook, cranny, service station, I was losing my shit! This was a childhood idol, a chocolate queen, her body was bomb, I liked her better than Beyoncé growing up (when in Destiny’s Child) plus unlike B she could act. Shade all the way, I loved Carmen The Hip Hopera (that soundtrack was lit “You tryna act like I’m not a cop, you can bring the cuffs if you would like to if that’s your style”…let me download that right now), but that’s as good as it gets for her. Jennifer Hudson was Dream Girls, period.
Kelly came in with Lala Anthony, her son, and Lala’s cousin, Po (who I loved when Lala had that show), we gave them two tables, instead of the one they all fit at. I tried not to stare and drool when looking at Kelly, biting my tongue multiple times to keep my cool. At one point I almost said fuck it, telling my peers I think she’s getting upset I’m pretending she’s not major! They reminded me to follow the rules despite my instincts, so I did.
It started off a mess, they wanted ackee and salt fish (add dumplings, the gray ones, with some steamed okra and you have my favorite Caribbean meal). This was a weekday, that dish is strictly brunch. Meaning it’s only prepped for the weekend, Chef Andre (two time Chopped champion) told me NO. Persistent as always I groveled, begged, this was Kelly Rowland, please oh please. Side note I’m a really good beggar, everyone’s told me that since middle school, I turn my big doe eyes all sad and large, I pout, I plead, works like a charm. Chef Andre relents, duh, my talent is top tier. After going back and forth, because Lala wouldn’t take no for an answer the first hundred times, I tell them the good news.
“He’ll do it, but it’ll take half an hour.”
Meals have to be prepped based on time of day and type of service. They didn’t just have it lying in wait. After 15 minutes minimum, I kid you not, taking time away from my other tables, Lala says never-mind.
”But he’s already started it,” I inform her, explaining everything. She didn’t give af, she made me go back and forth a million times, just to be difficult. Then, then, Kelly pays.
The bill totaled $250, the standard 20% would be a $50 tip. Me being me, people usually left 22%-25% since I’m honestly an exceptional server. Miss Lily’s was my first serving job, prior I worked for Danny Meyer as a server assistant, possessing a fine dining hospitality background where the others had not. I brought in the most tip money, the managers used it to fuel the staff, mentioning it at pre-shifts. That’s why everyone quit when I left. Everywhere I’ve gone after I always brought in the most tip, people have left me more than half the bill. Nope not Kelly, she left me $20, making sure to say bye have a good one, before I saw the receipt. Mind you she used a fucking black card (her hands are soft af btw), to leave less than 10 %! A fucking horrific, high maintenance bitch. Tacky too. Everyone was pissed. Apparently Beyoncé liked everyone acting normal and tipped beyond normal. Like a legendary one, spoken about years later. I wasn’t there when Beyonce came, but a lot of the others on the floor that night were and expected the same from Kelly.
Long story short, she’s a terrible person, just like Lala. I’m not taking advice from an Uncle Tom defending another one. I have Chris Brown demonic ass (he literally has a demon attached to him) on a troll account. None of these people change, they support disgusting behavior, I have over two years plus proof of it. Then they lie pretending they didn’t know about Harvey Weinstein and Jeff Epstein, most of them are full of shit. That’s why I’m here. Times up. The devil always come to collect, you always reap what you sow and it’s my time. For once, I’m ready. Via: Access Hollywood
