“I served DJ Khaled awhile ago when one of his friends’ girlfriend’s died, she was from my town. He sat his whole family down at one big table, men on one side and women on the other. His driver’s, a man and women for the cars again divided by sex sat at a different table, but he still covered their tab. Absolutely no pork for anyone. The bill was $500 something, he pulled out an envelope of cash, apologized for forgetting his wallet, and asked a nearby server to read the total to him. He nodded and left $700.”