After reading Unreasonable Hospitality, Tracy and I just had dinner at Eleven Madison Park.

Published On: July 31st, 2026Categories: Newsletter

I was looking forward to the meal, but I was also curious to experience the ideas in the book as a customer. With the book fresh in my mind, I began the evening mentally checking boxes. But sometime during the meal, I stopped.

I no longer felt like a customer evaluating a restaurant. Tracy and I felt more like guests in someone’s home. We felt cared for, and the transaction faded into the background.

I’d emailed ahead and asked whether we might see the kitchen. They could have said no, or said yes in a way that made it clear we were being accommodated. Instead they remembered, timed it before the entrée, and made it feel as though they were genuinely excited to share the experience with us. Seeing the people, precision and preparation behind what looked effortless from our side of the wall was a treat.

The tour wasn’t necessary. The meal and service were already exceptional; better than anything I’d experienced. But how they handled the ask is what sticks.

What impresses me is how much of the experience depended on them paying attention; to what we’d written before we arrived, to what we noticed at the table, to what we hadn’t thought to ask for. Hospitality at that level starts with knowing who you’re dealing with.

That’s a phrase we use differently at Risk Control Strategies. Our clients call us when something important is uncertain, sensitive, or already going wrong. When they really need to know who they’re dealing with.

Unreasonable hospitality in an investigations and threat management firm isn’t extravagance. It’s understanding the concern behind the assignment, communicating before the client has to ask, anticipating what comes next, and delivering something useful they didn’t know to request. It’s making clients feel protected, understood, and confident that someone capable is already two steps ahead of the risk.

The work matters. But so does how our clients feel while we’re doing it.