The Kid Stays in the Deli
Its been a funny week. First Toronto Life calls me a “Smoked Meat Messiah” and then hordes of hungry Torontonians flock to the Monarch to see what the fuss is all about. We’ve been run off our feet and pushed to our limits but still we slice and fry and serve.
Evan Solomon came in with his dad today – both giving us their approval. Senator Jerry Grafstein came in after spending time in New York to say that our meat is better than what he had there. Brian from Texas was in this evening and raved about our Southern Style deli flavour and texture. John from Chippy’s was back making me laugh and kvel, Jesse Vallens and and his dad Michael came in 20 minutes apart – both getting takeout. Christo was back with more biker friends for a fresser and fries. Wes bought a jar of my mustard to take back to Japan after enjoying a fresser and a half. Lots of old friends and even more new ones.
And while I loved every moment and all the kind compliments, nothing tops the thumbs up and hugs I got from my nephew and poutine mavin Benjamin. I love that kid more than anything. And he loves me too.
