Stumbling upon Zuri Marley’s Instagram, I discovered these Graceland photos from Miss Lily’s. Bob Marley’s granddaughter was another regular. Like…if you didn’t work at a restaurant with this caliber of guests, just say that. But what you’re NOT & NEVER gonna do is invalidate my real life experiences, gaslighting a black woman, because you’re innately racist and/or a hater bitch. Anna Wintour was the owners nemesis, a simple Google search would’ve told you that. Know your place (read The Elusive Anna Wintour). Why would I go against the people in power to impress nobodies, making my life difficult? Make it make sense (read Kanye West’s Miss Lily’s Birthday Bash). Also, just because we worked at the same place doesn’t mean we’re on the same tier. Majority of those girls struggled reading that policy handbook aloud. Deadass.
From inception I should’ve known that place was about bullshit, my first pre-shift meeting was scandalous. Serge Becker’s helper Cookie, who I couldn’t stand, painted the confederate flag the Jamaican flag colors. Subsequently hanging it in the window of Graceland. A mostly black staff, everyone felt uncomfortable and wanted it removed. As did passerby’s. Especially since Cookie was a non black Hispanic kiss ass. She also isn’t American, her commentary regarding these subjects were inappropriate.
I spent SO much time in Graceland doing private events. It was also a power play attempt from the manager. You’d be separated from the main restaurant, having to go back and forth to get necessary items (food, drinks, glassware etc…), even in the rain. On the weekends you couldn’t enjoy the DJ sets. TBH it made it easier for me to drink, which she noticed when I started volunteering to go. Leading to her removing me, unless there was a scheduled event. That woman was a no good bitch from jump. She literally reprimanded a hostess for being too professional, picked on the girls who were too covered up, and started a pre-shift meeting talking about “Let’s discuss how Nessa has no edges.” We were stunned to the core when she said that, as we stared at her edgeless by two inches hairline. Also the attacked server did have edges. The delusional of it all. Never in my life. The craziest part is she made us money. The bitch after her did not. What a time. The boundaries were so blurry, I can’t even describe. How was that place real? Via: Zuri Marley
Updated: 10/05/2026 6:48am