![]() ![]() ![]() I never, ever expected anything to come of it other than a few giggles.Ģ) Morton’s Hackensack is 23.5 miles away from EWR, according to Google Maps. Let’s make sure we’re clear on a few things here…ġ) I was joking in my Tweet. Porterhouse steak, an order of Colossal Shrimp, a side of potatoes, one of Morton’s famous round things of bread, two napkins, and silverware. He proceeds to tell me that he’d heard I was hungry, and inside is a 24 oz. I’m immune to surprises.Īlex, from Morton’s Hackensack walks up to me, introduces himself, and hands me a bag. I see movies being shot outside my apartment, and fake gunfire from any given CSI show, five days a week. Now understand… I’m a born-and-raised New York City kid. Then I noticed the “someone else” was in a tuxedo. I turned to see that the driver was standing next to someone else, who I just assumed was another driver he was talking to. Looking for my driver, I saw my name, waved to him, and started walking to the door of EWR, like I’d done hundreds of times before. Walking off the plane, I headed towards the area where the drivers wait, as my assistant Meagan had reserved me a car home. The fact that a flight got into EWR on time during summer thunderstorm season is a miracle in itself, but that’s not important right now. Two and a half hours later, we landed at EWR. It’s like how we Tweet “Dear Winter, please stop, love Peter,” or something similar. I had absolutely no expectations of anything from that Tweet. As we were about to take off, I jokingly tweeted the following: Never underestimate the value of a good CRM system.īack to my flight. They have a spectacular Customer Relations Management system in place, as well as a spectacular social media team, and they know when I call from my mobile number who I am, and that I eat at their restaurants regularly. I’m a frequent diner, and Morton’s knows it. Over the past few years, I’ve developed an affinity for Morton’s Steakhouses, and if I’m doing business in a city which has one, I’ll try to schedule a dinner there if I can. I go out of my way to try steakhouses all around the world when I can, and it’s one of the reasons, no doubt, that my trainer at my gym is kept in business. When I got on the plane, my stomach was a rumbling a bit, and I had visions of a steak in my head.Īs I’ve tweeted and mentioned countless times before, I’m a bit of a steak lover. Flight boarded at 4:30pm, and I knew that by the time I got home, I wouldn’t have time to stop for dinner anywhere, and certainly didn’t want to grab fast food at either airport. Was fine, I had a healthy piece of grouper, and a very successful lunch meeting that lasted just about three hours.īy the time I got back to the airport, it was close to 4pm. Because of the training/workout schedule I’m on, my first meal of the day was that lunch. Made my flight, everything was on time, got to my lunch meeting. We all have days like that, they happen from time to time. I was catching a 7am flight out of Newark to Tampa, Florida, for a lunch meeting in Clearwater, then heading back to Newark on a 5pm flight, getting me in around 8:10pm, and with any luck, to my apartment by 9 or so. When my alarm clock went off at 3:30 this morning, I knew I was in for a long day. More importantly, I swear on my entire professional reputation and all I hold dear to me that the story below was in no way staged, planned in advance, or in any way faked.
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