Caplansky's Deli

2026-06-20

When one of your fave butchers sends you a pic of his lunch. It’s like getting asked out by the sandwich you have a crush on. Kind of.

2026-06-16

Heaven, I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek…

I love you Buzzy and I don’t care who knows.

2026-06-16

On Thursday June 18, the day after my birthday, I’ll be at Pitt Meadows Golf Club slicing and serving these beauties from Buzzy’s Luncheonette Howard Busgang along with some pretty good mustard.
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See you at the 12th hole Kurt Mckenzie

2026-06-16

Well played, Jason Jason Goodman

2026-04-04

Mustard love. 💗

2026-04-02

Friend Chris getting his sandwich on

2026-01-31

That punim! Dana in Boulder CO made this Jew very very happy today. Her bagels, latkes, knishes, kugel and whitefish were outshone only by the warmth of her smile.
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2025-12-25

Found: the program from legend ‘s Creative Chef event circa 2009. Anyone in the Toronto ad community will remember these extraordinary evenings. It was a Top Chef style competition among the city’s best Mad Men/Women. The food quality and creative presentation were beyond any expectation.

For me personally, to join iconic chefs .y and at the judges table was the definition of Imposter Syndrome. To say they were kind and welcoming would be an understatement.

I did two of these events and loved every second. If you were there, you did too.

Thanks Ed. You’re such a . Merry Christmas 🎄

2025-12-21

I love everything about this story.

“So, there I was, age 44. I was still dunking french fries at Brasserie Les Halles, which I thought was a pretty good gig at the time.

But, there was this little free paper they gave out on corners in a little box called The New York Press. I thought, I’m going to write something that will entertain other cooks, maybe I’ll get a hundred bucks, and my fry cook will find this funny. So, I wrote that first piece, that first version of [Kitchen Confidential] with the intention of being published by the New York Press and making 100 bucks, and being a hero to a few fry cooks in New York.

I wrote it and I sent it to The New York Press… So, every week I’d run to the corner. ‘Oh, I’m gonna be in the free paper!’ and I wasn’t in there. And, in a moment of frustration and possible inebriation, I mentioned this to my mom who said, ‘Well, you should send it to The New Yorker. I know somebody there. They’ll read it.’ And I’m thinking, what is the statistical likelihood ever, even if you’re represented? There’s no chance. Ever.

Out of alcohol-fueled hubris and on the insistence of my mom, I stuffed a copy, a print of this thing I’d written into an envelope and sent it off to The New Yorker, and thought that’s the last I will ever hear of this. Then, a month and a half later, the kitchen phone rings, and it’s David Remnick, the publisher from The New Yorker saying we’d like to run this piece.

And when it ran, it transformed my life within two days... Everything changed. Everything. From that point on.”
–Bourdain

2025-12-20

Shine on you crazy diamonds. Six is the magic number.