There was a time when we thought Keith McNally was Russian (true). Wasn't really based on anything, save maybe for our love of his lounge Pravda, but it was fun to think about. He's British, of course, but that doesn't make him less of a hero to us all. Sometimes, he's on the front lines for his neighborhood (as right, in re The Meatboard), other times he's relaxing at his desk, drafting us wacky emails. Late yesterday, one such email arrived, on the topic of yesterday's Schiller's update. We've already taken too long to get to the crux:
Dear Eater,Do you see now why we love this man?
As you've dredged up the 'glove' incident again I'd also like it known that a customer (a Mr. Simpson) called me a week after the event to say that he clearly SAW the glove being placed by the customer into the salad and IT CATEGORICALLY DID NOT FIT.
You also suggest that the reason for Schiller's recent delivery discount is to make up for 'the volume still noticeably absent at midweek lunch hours." But that's not the reason at all! My massage parlor down the street (also referred to in your article) is doing such amazing business (and not just with Eater staff) that I can afford to be truly philanthropic toward my customers. And that's the way I like it.
All The Best,
· Schiller's WTF Update: Delivery Discount, No Massage [~E~]