Brett Thornton
Google
I took time out of my fantastically busy schedule to travel from Connecticut to visit my daughter in Chicago to celebrate her starting a summer internship at a large Chicago accounting firm.
I decided it would be nice to visit Morton’s on the evening of Thursday, June 13th, along with her mother. My treat. We were seated and treated to the wonderful Morton’s experience that I have known and appreciated for decades. Her mother in a nice dress, my daughter appropriately attired and me in a sport coat, white dress shirt, khakis and loafers.
Then, THIS party was seated across from us - as depicted in the attached photos. We were right in the middle of our meal. We all lost our appetites. I promptly cancelled desert, got the check, paid and left. We had desert at The Palm – which, apparently Mr. Fertitta also owns. I relayed some choice words to Morton’s management on my way out. Nothing profane.
If a woman were to show up at a private club looking like the person in the attached picture, she would not be allowed on the grounds.
When my daughter’s mother inquired with Morton’s management about this breach of MORTON’S dress code enforcement, the manager stated: “this one slipped through the cracks”. NOT ACCEPTABLE!
I no longer trust Morton’s nor do I feel comfortable there anymore knowing I may be ambushed at any time while I spend well over $100 per person.
My daughter’s mother and I are both outraged but the real loss here was suffered by my daughter. So much for Morton's, I'm done with this place. I have tried to contact Morton's regional manager Nicole Raftery and have gotten ZERO response. What a pathetic bunch of amateurs, they should be ashamed of themselves. I spend tens of thousands of dollars per year on restaurants and club fees. Guess I'm a B-lister at Morton's.