Sounds a little like Zaf
During my time in as a student in York, I was fortunate enough to live on Heslington Road.
For those of you unfamiliar with student housing in York (which, at a quick guess would probably be most of you), the reason why this was such a good thing was that Hes Road was (and still is, I presume) equidistant from campus and town but also on the route from campus to town - you couldn't get a better piece of student real-estate if you tried.

On one side of this house was a gent named Zaf and his family.
Zaf owned the takeaway on the other side of the road and was also a local property magnate.
Indeed, he was listed in the uni news-rag as being one of the top ten most influential people within the small, bubble-like universe that is university life - in part because of the number of student houses he owned but also because he was the purveyor of top-quality curries.

Apparently the people previous to us had had a house party which had ended abruptly at about 3 or 4am when Zaf appeared at the front door with something resembling a piece of 2x4 with a nail through it.
However, a couple of my housemates got talking to him not too long after moving in and he said he didn't mind us having parties, no matter how loud or late they went on (though he'd appreciate some prior-warning), his reaction previously having been due to an inebriate damaging his property, which he put a considerable amount of time and effort into renovating and was understandably rather proud and protective of.

And he was true to his word, we had our parties (not a huge number but a reasonable amount) and there was nary a complaint.
Even better, we'd occasionally get free food! Zaf's chicken tikka wraps were the greatest dish to end a night of drinking with, the man was a genius to have invented them...
(Pope Jamiroquai III, Sat 3 Oct 2009, 1:54, Reply)