This is actually legit. Apart from all the stress and screaming and arguments in kitchens, we would make food for the non whiners more readily. And whatever was about to go bad was shared among kitchen staff, and the cool servers, as in not bitches, snitches and lardgobblers. Not often would it go bad because these places have a way of always ordering the right amount and using specials to sell off what needed to be sold, but some of the cool servers were happy with a big chunk of grilled salmon and some truffle oil pasta. And one of the salad dodgers threw a massive fit and got his face punched by the chef. Good days.