“Shall We Say ‘Pistols at Dawn’”?
“We can say it. I don’t know what it means but we can say it,” says Woody Allen’s character in Love and Death. When I was 19 I had to endure my cousins Hart and Jordan riffing on lines from that movie as we travelled together in Greece. Over and over and over. Strangely enough I laughed every time. Good times.
Tomorrow I’m leading the Caplansky’s Team at the “Deli Duel” in support of The Stop. Among the three competitors I have the most to lose because mine is the only deli involved but that doesn’t matter. In fact, one of the basic truths of my existence as a Deli Man is the constant comparisons with others. Schwartz’s, Pancers, Centre Street, Carnegie, Katz’s even drek like the Corned Beef House so I’m kind of used to this. When people ask me how my meat compares to others’ my response is always the same. ”I do my best and leave the qualitative analysis to others,” I say.
So it will be tomorrow. A crowd of people will come and fress and cast ballots. We all do this in support of a great cause. I hope we have fine weather and that everyone has a great time. If you’re free, the event takes place at 1pm at the Wychwood Barns at Christie and St. Clair. I’d love to see you there. From what I hear, all the cool kids are coming so you’ll be in good company.
Okay… I was going to leave it there but I just can’t. For whatever reason I’m compelled to go deeper. If you’ve been following along at home this won’t surprise you.
I have a funny attitude to competitions of any kind. Do you remember the “Albert” Canadian Tire commercials? I was Albert. I was always small and weak and not very athletic particularly compared to my brothers. We grew up in a townhouse community in North York where there were a lot of kids and a lot of organised sports. Road hockey and touch football were the most popular and we used to pick teams by appointing two captains and letting each alternate in picking team members. Not only was it humiliating enough that I was always the last to be picked but arguments often arose because “we had to have him on our team last time – you guys have to take him this time.” Seriously, I would stand there looking at my shoes and listen to this. Of course, discussions often arose about excluding me altogether but my brothers wouldn’t allow that. ”If he doesn’t play, neither would we,” they’d say.
So I’d play. I’d rarely touch the ball but I played. Best of all, I loved playing. Worst of all this pattern repeated itself when I went out for NYMFA tackle football and even playing on an ice hockey team in a D League at the Ice Gardens. Truth be told I was an exceptional soccer goalkeeper until my age group hit puberty and everyone grew. I remained relatively small and since taller goalkeepers were most sought after I switched to football.
Anyway, these experiences were character building. They taught me to enjoy participating without needing to win. They showed me that I’m the last thing from a quitter. From a business perspective I shouldn’t be in this Duel. But from a personal perspective, I simply couldn’t resist. Its just so much fun to be involved.











July 25th, 2010 at 1:04 am
Looking forward to it Zane. Can’t say that I’ve sampled the others yet, but I pretty sure that it’s going to take a monumental effort to beat you and your team. Best of luck.
July 25th, 2010 at 8:06 pm
Zane,I hope you win. I resigned from Chowhound, as I have become increasingly turned off the ignorant and personal,bigoted,nasty snobs & foodies who think they’re the Orson Welles of Chowdum. I have been to alot of delis in my 53 years, Zane,yours is the best. The quality of your fatty smoked meat sandwiches, verst on rye and verst with eggs, lox,cream cheese, fries, desserts, service,coffee, pickled tongue,coleslaw,rye bread,pickles is perfect. a treat for the eyes, mouth,palate,senses. To me you are the heir to Sam Shopsowitz. I mean it with all my heart. To the chowhound snobs who complain about your fries, expletive deletive. To me your fries are the best, bar none. Your smoked meat sandwiches are rich,joyful to eat, your desserts amaze me-they’re soo good. You keep on doing what you’re doing-onward and upward.
July 25th, 2010 at 9:06 pm
Thanks Marc. At times like these I like to remind myself (and your fine self) of the Caplansky family creed: Non Illegitimiti Caburundum. Translation? “Don’t let the bastards grind you to the ground”. Those words have seen me through the darkest times in my life. Even when everyone said I was crazy, even when I was homeless and friendless and penniless I never gave up on myself. I held onto those words and things got better.
Dear man, there are haters and doubters and critics in this world. I don’t give a shit what any one of them posts anonymously. The only people I care about are the ones who care enough to tap me on the shoulder (or send me an email) and let me know how we did. People who hide behind false names on anonymous websites? Who cares? Although its kind of flattering. Makes me feel like an artist. Some will love me and some will not. But to make people FEEL something? Wow! Who knew I had that kind of power?
Dr. Seuss also said something that has always meant a lot to me: “Be who you are and say what you feel because those who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter.”