If Google ran a restaurant, it would be the one I’m in right now, wedged between eateries in London’s SOHO. Every seat is at a chef’s table. You lean into the bustle of cooks, cutting, pouring, arguing, coaching, training. No wait staff. The chefs serve your food themselves.
Exposed brick scrapes out just enough space in the cellar off Brussels’ central square to make room for 10 tables and a kitchen dispensing mussels, fries, and beer. I got in today from Dubai. Tomorrow, a workshop followed by a train ride through the Chunnel to London.
It was a magical moment. Not just because I was with my wife and three children, nor that we were at a Parisian café with a view of the Eiffel tower, nor even because after a week of rain Paris decided to give us – on our one day in the city – perfect blue …
The Organization of Tomorrow will be … Ten hours into a 16-hour flight. In two days, I’ll be delivering a workshop in Malaysia for a group of mid-market CEOs (the EO Chapter of Malaysia) and for AIG Malaysia. I should be dead tired but I can’t sleep because I am so inspired/angry/committed, having just written …
