Welcome to my World

I guess that’s what this is,eh? Opening up my world to whoever wants to take a look.  Why do I do it? Exhibitionism? Masochism? The need for attention? I’m sure there’s a little of all of those things at play here but the reason I think I blog is simply cathartic.  I enjoy sharing my joys and pains as a way to deal with everything I’m going through.

Let’s not kid ourselves: its interesting (or at least an interesting distraction) to dwell on other peoples’ problems.  If that’s true, then where the heck have I been?  In fact, we got a call at the deli today from an “anonymous fan” who wanted to know why I haven’t blogged in so long.  So? What gives?

Its not easy to admit but I’ve been depressed.

I think my funk has been brought on by a sense of letting people down.  I’ve felt an enormous sense of expectation surrounding the delicatessen and I know I’ve made mistakes.  Almost from the beginning I’ve been aware that this endeavor is more than just a restaurant: its a cultural statement, a product of my love of food, place and people.  Not just mine, either but many many others too.

Of course, I’ve benefitted from  both press and chatter about the cultural significance and challenges of the Jewish delicatessen.  For me this is an incredibly personal challenge and I appreciate the support I’ve received more than words can say.  And with the whole world seemingly watching (even the New York Times spilled some ink my way – twice in three weeks) it felt like things weren’t going well. February was slow.  Slower than slow.  Scary slow.  But March was better and April has been fine too.

Believe it or not, the thing that bothers me most isn’t criticism or even an empty deli but the inconsistency of my meat.  Without going into the minutiae of curing beef, or the lengths I have gone to to figure this out, I am pleased and proud to tell you that the meat is now consistently fabulous.  And getting better.
This is not to say we have achieved smoked meat consistency (i.m.o: as a goal “consistency” is about as worthwhile as the desire to be normal).  However, the range of acceptable really needs to be much tighter than it has been and now it is.  No two sandwiches will ever be the same but the difference between our best and 2nd best shouldn’t be that far apart.
In fact, I welcomed a new customer this afternoon around 4 pm.  Just a couple of tables scattered around the room. The stylishly bald gentleman says he’s heard our smoked meat is something special. “And I’m from Montreal,” he says.  ”I won’t hold that against you,” I smiled as I led him directly to Naomichi at the slicing station.  ”Please give him some medium and some fatty to try,” I asked the best meat slicer I’ve ever known.  Bald Montreal picks up all the proffered slices in one pinch. The look on his face was difficult to read.  ”Give me a sandwich,” he said as Naomichi and I smiled at each other.
Tonight I had a very funny thing happen.  Jesse, Ron and I were chowing down hardcore on the bbq at Highway 61 on Bayview Avenue.  Good stuff there.  After the meal, I’m shuffling to the bathroom for the ritual purge (kidding) when I overheard these three guys talking.

This was the line I heard: “Yeah but Caplansky’s is different”.  I stopped mid-shuffle.

“‘Scuze me fellas,” I said “can you repeat what you just said.”

“We’re talking about smoked meat,” one said dismissively.

I didn’t know what to say.  I’m not sure I’ve ever overheard someone I don’t know talking about me before.  So I just said it: “I’m Caplansky.”  These guys just erupted in what felt like a verbal orgasm.  They even gave me a few Alice Cooper-ish ‘we’re not worthies’ a la Wayne’s World.  After showing i.d. to prove myself to be myself I continued my bathroom shuffle with tears in my eyes.  It would be so much easier if I didn’t care so much what people think.

Okay.  I know the following is a bad way to end a blog entry but this is my world and it doesn’t always go as I’d like so why should it go nicely for you?  In my own defense I can’t think of a nice way to finesse what you are about to read into a nicely flowing paragraph.  Death is never nice.

I got a call this morning from the sales manager of our main food distributor informing me that Joel Cohen, our beloved rep, suddenly passed away of a heart-attack on Friday.  Joel was a mensch of the highest order.  The entire Caplansky Team send our condolences to his family.  I regret I didn’t take the time to get to know him better as did our baker Robb Zaina.  When I gave Robb the bad news he told me he had lunch with Joel on Thursday.

Okay, Joel, this one’s for you: as of today I’m going to make enjoying this experience a priority.  I miss you already. Rest in peace – alla va sholom.  You’ve earned it.

About Zane Caplansky

40 yr. old Toronto boy trying too eek out a living owning a deli. Been open 18 months and still loving it - mostly.
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  • http://www.kzwheatbag.blogspot.com kz

    Wasn’t “we’re not worthies” from Wayne’s World?

    I wish there was a “vegetarian smoked meat”

  • The Master

    Epic.

    I might just come in and order the liver and onions because of this.

    –The Master

  • http://www.caplanskysdeli.com Zane Caplansky

    Thanks kz, I’ve corrected the post. Vegetarian smoked meat? Why?

  • Woody Allen fan

    My husband and I visited Toronto this weekend for our yearly one-weekend getaway. Since having children, the grandparents allow us this beautiful, ineffable gift of caring for our human barnicles for two nights so that we may run to the city, sleep in hotel sheets that smell faintly of bleach, and walk down city streets without care.

    Apparently Mother Nature thinks nothing of Mother’s Day Weekend, because it’s been raining all mother-loving weekend. Rain on the 401 in traffic on Friday evening, rain after we checked into our hotel, rain all day today… our visions of holding hands for city strolls transformed rather quickly into speedwalking back to the hotel, drenched, uttering multisyllabic swear words.

    Until this evening! We found ourselves very hungry, and had passed Caplansky’s a half-dozen times in 24 hours, but always at odd hours. We were greeted with wonderful service: efficient, friendly staff whom are Good (purposefully capitalized) at their jobs and appear to genuinely enjoy what they do. After seriously considering ordering every option on the menu, we decided on coffee, burgers, smoked meat poutine, apple crumble and… Be still my heart! What a meal! Caplansky’s left me asking my burger- I mean husband, “Is it raining? I hadn’t noticed.”

    Thank you the sunshine, it really turned our trip around!

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