“…it was hardly surprising, last week, when a Presidential-calibre motorcade pulled up out front. Beyoncé Knowles and Jay-Z emerged, and were quickly ushered to a table near the chef. Their bodyguard, a man roughly the size of the three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-dollar Maybach sedan idling at the curb, settled into a chair on the sidewalk, where he enjoyed rounds of gratis espresso and pizza delivered by a giddy waitress. In return, he asked her to prevent the other diners from playing paparazzi. Four civilians enduring a long wait on the bench out front looked on hungrily. By the time they made it inside, the celebs were winding up a leisurely meal. They thanked Iacono and departed, sated and happy…”–New Yorker