Hello My Fellow Schnitzers!
Week five has come and gone, and so far Schnitz at the 'burg season 2 has had it's share of mishaps, surprises and triumphs, but none have come quite as close to what we experienced this past Saturday.
It began like any other day at the market for me really; I turned the corner to hop in my car, and it's nowhere to be found. An all too familiar wave of shock and panic sent my heart plunging into my abdomen. How THE FUCK can this be happening...
again? I have been so careful to check each and every sign when I park in the LES on Friday nights, and last night was no different. So without any delay, I quickly checked the new piece of red paper taped to the parking sign on Norfolk where my car had once been and raced over to Houston St to find a cab. As I made the excruciating trip down the west side highway back to the impound, all I could think about was the mad scramble Matt, Miguel and I would have to make later to catch up on all the time I lost us. As I darted into the waiting room of the impound, I was relieved at how empty it had been, but that all changed when I heard the strange news that my car "ain't here!" Stunned once again, I could barely pay attention to the clerk as she all but guaranteed me the DOT had simply moved my car to do repair work based on what the red sign had said. I ran back out to the street and hailed another cab to take me back to scene of the crime. As I pulled up to the corner of Houston and Norfolk, my only plan was to run around the surrounding streets pushing the unlock button on my keys hoping to hear the beeping sound in the distance. Well, in less than five minutes my plan had worked and I was staring at my car. It was merely one street east on Suffolk with a neat little sign attached to the wiper letting me know what had happened. Hey, at least I didn't a ticket.
Once the boys and I were all set-up I stood up in front of our booth and continued to curse the skies. All week we were promised sun and 70 degree weather. Fuck you, iPhone...seriously. It wasn't even 11am, and I could tell that the day was going to be underwhelming as basically NO mommies and strollers had been doing their usual reconnaissance missions. Yes, sir today was going to be a really blah day capped off with me angrily throwing away too much poultry. Just as I had finished my latest meteorological rant, I noticed a small scene going on across the market by the N7 street entrance. Right there in the flesh, surrounded by a small camera crew, is Mario motherfuckin Batali! And he was headed right in our direction.
I turned around to Matt and shouted, "Get me a Bamberg ready NOW!" Before I could even turn back around, I find myself face to face with the Iron Chef, a big ass TV camera and a microphone boom. "Schnitz! How are you today?" Mario asks. "Very well, sir great to see you! What can I get for ya?" I said. I think. After letting me know he had scoped us out last week, he turned the attention squarely on the Schnitz. "So what is Schnitz?" I'll admit, I am more than prepared for this question. It seems I have been readying for it for over one year now, but when Mario Batali is asking you it may take a second for that part of the brain to kick in, trust me. I regained my senses and then launched into the usual lingo and quickly got to the beautiful sample sandwiches sitting in front of him. I barely finished listing the ingredients when Mario exclaimed, "Have you ever heard more pornographic things in one sentence?" Guys let me tell you that if I could capture this moment in a bottle, I would wear it around my neck (outside the shirt) until my last breath.
Before I could get to the Sweet Onion, he went ahead and ordered a Bamberg and a Limo Nana. Matt had a perfect monster of a sandwich ready to go and I handed to him right away. Mario Batali is now holding one of OUR sandwiches that WE invented! Now he's eating it! The look on his face after the first bite said it all. His eyes closed tightly, face smushed together in enjoyment as he turned to the camera (ABC cameras as we would later find out). HOLY SCHNITZ, HE LOVES US! He turned to the rest of his group and said "Oh man you gotta try this!" It was just one of those moments that completely validates everything you are working toward. To have someone of his caliber even come to the Smorgasburg is incredible, having an opportunity like this? Well, priceless. This is the kind of PR most restaurants like us can only dream about. Everything had coalesced into one perfect scene.
As if this wasn't enough, a few minutes later the camera crew returned to capture some more footage of Schnitz. They interviewed me for 20 minutes about Schnitz, our product and what it was like to have Mario Batali come out and try our food. After this, they filmed the guys assembling the sandwiches, got some closeups of the finished product and our logo. Let's just say they were given full access to the Schnitz operation. In doing so, we learned that this particular camera crew was with ABC's
The Chew which is a daily show at 1pm that's all about food featuring famous chefs and TV personalities a-la "The View". We exchanged information and the producers mentioned that they would try to have this footage finished by Wednesday of this week to be aired on Thursday. So set your DVRs!
After the crew had left, I felt like running to the rooftop of The Edge and shouting "MARIO BATALI LOVES OUR SCHNITZ". I simply could not process the importance of what had just happened, I was still on such a high. NOTHING could wipe the smile off of my face the rest of that day. To cap this all off, on his way out, Chef Batali came back to our booth and said, "You guys were the bite of day!" In fact, he too felt the urge to shout it from the rooftops...of twitter.