Have Brisket, Will Travel
Zak Goldman comes into the deli with my cousin Corey Greenspan a few weeks ago. They sit at what was Table no. 1 which is now no. 3 following the arrival of our new POS system (point-of-sale, duh). Zak loves my cabbage borscht. Sorry, that should be Loves or even LOVES my borscht. Anyway, after a meal that included a whirlwind performance by Vancouver Klezmer whiz Geoff Berner and my sandwich of course, Mr. Goldman asks if I would be interested in cutting sandwiches in accountant’s and lawyer’s offices. Am I? Would you believe the guy booked a whack of these things and we did the first two this week.
How’d it go? What’d you think? Imagine life in an office every day, five days a week. If you’re an accountant, its tax time and you’re probably there late and on weekends too. I show up with my steaming briskets, fresh rye bread, pickles and mustard. the whole place suddenly smells of smoked meat. Life in the office is improving. I put on my apron, don the deli-man hat and sharpen my knife. I slice meat, make sandwiches and chat with the fressers. I love it too because I love slicing meat and connecting with people plus its a nice change from the stress of the dining room. But don’t ask me. Ask the beancounters at Sloan Partners or Schwartz, Levitzky and Feldman what they think.
Anyway, all good thoughts aside, here’s an idea: You want to do something nice for your people during tax time, you have a poker night (Jamie Bussin), you just closed a deal (Goodmans), kicked some serious debt market ass hardcore (Gurang Sardana and RBC) or you’re working late and need a break (Atom Egoyan). Call me at 416 500 3852. You will be a hero to your team.
