CANUCKERY: An Open Letter To Toronto And That Jealous Goon At The National Post

by Sean Sherwood | If you’re a local hockey fan and online (or even a little house proud of Vancouver), you’ve probably read Joe O’Conner’s silly, high-school drivel hit-piece of little worth entitled Canucks As Canada’s Team? No Thanks. It likely came to your inbox, Twitter feed or via an angry Facebook post because the chances of a Scout reader being a National Post subscriber are…well…The National Post As Canada’s Newspaper? No Thanks.

It’s sad to see Toronto having such a tough time with Vancouver’s success. Whether on account of the great weather, brilliant scenery, access to the best ski resort in North America, close proximity to the Okanagan and really ridiculously attractive men and women, I’m starting to think it’s just a little too jealous of the West. It’s really starting to show, too, and what’s more, I reckon it’s only 50% to do with the fact that the Canucks are ruling and the Leafs are in a shambles. Read more

The Gallipoli Bistro: “What Are Your Legs? Steel Springs!”

by Sean Sherwood - I watched Gallipoli the other night, a great old war movie plucked from my dad’s collection (trailer above). Those who’ve seen it know the film’s most famous line – “What are your legs? Steel Springs!” – and those who haven’t would be bored by a description. I mention it because I couldn’t help but think about the current state of our restaurant industry when I heard it… Read more

To Expand Or Not To Expand Is A Complicated “Crazy” Question

by Sean Sherwood | I got a call from an old friend who had a pressing question he felt only I could answer. It seems he’s hell bent on taking his perfect little joint (The District), one of few on The Shore that I can call a “regular” spot, and do the unthinkable with it. He accepted the lease for the next door space and is expanding his entire operation, mostly due to overwhelming success of his existing, tiny footprint. Read more

Why Is It That John Bishop Never Opened A Second Restaurant?

by Sean Sherwood - When I was a kid, romancing the foolish notion to one day open my own restaurant, I spent a lot of thought on who would be the best to learn from. At the time, I’d washed some dishes, bussed some tables, cooked and served. It was a simple craft that demanded hard work, personality, and a strong enough liver to survive a late night game of ‘I never’. Damn, I miss those days sometimes. If you don’t know the game, don’t ask, but rest assured it was the only way a young punk like me was going to see some alcohol induced random nudity. Either way, the restaurant business seemed simple, honest and completely straightforward. Read more

Industry Reflections: Poor, Poor, Lucky Bastard

I had a beer with former Aurora Bistro owner/chef Jeff Van Geest the other night. We discussed bigger things than food and wine in a cramped corner of a bustling bar filled with industry off-shifters getting their drink on. We talked about happiness, family, the big picture and new directions. We reminisced about our naiveté and blind idealism when we opened our first restaurants, and laughed at how we thought we’d change the world, or at least the little neighbourhoods surrounding our little dreams and money pits. We compared scars of battles won and lost, with city hall, drug addicted ex-employees, food writers and even the odd customer. We even looked ahead, and asked each other, “what’s next for you?”.

There we were, two men facing divorce from the life we love. Looking back we knew that restaurants had shaped us, made us who we are. They had also beat on us, challenged us, forced us to break the mould of who we thought we were, and drove us to dig down and find more strength, a more obstinate stubbornness, and a deeper passion for a craft that seemed to reward us only with stress and insecurity. The passion that had allowed us to overlook the flaws and rough times had faded, and we were both staring at starting all over again.

But despite it all, we both were smiling. Not wistful smiles of remembrance, but Cheshire cat grins. Shit eating grins like a teenager having sex grin, a prison break convict digging under the wall grin, the kind of grin that you can’t hide the true meaning of. The best years so far we’d seen, and we were running fast and hard from them, fast like we stole something.

I left that great conversation with more questions than answers. With so many of us looking for our passion, our calling, our life’s purpose, and so many of us finding it in this great craft, why does it chase so many great people away? Why are the Jeff Van Geest’s of the world happy to leave the life of the restaurateur, even when they know it’s their passion and that the world appreciates their talent? How many other great people do we lose, from aspiring cooks with Michelin star dreams to the hundreds of servers drinking their way to their sommelier’s designation, when the real kick in the junk reality kicks in on how hard the industry really is?

I remember asking one local restaurateur about his staffing and management headaches, and he said it best. “It’s like herding cats. Most of these people have no sense of professionalism, leave on a whim, have the highest ideals on what a work environment should be, and then promptly ask for a 2 week vacation, bang a hostess and miss a shift because they were so high on coke the night before”. Contrast that with an employee’s rant of another well known operation. “He pays minimum wage, no benefits, no stats, no overtime. He asks us to work doubles, Valentines day, New Years Eve, and I’m not allowed to date the staff. Besides all this I’m pretty sure he’s banging the hostess. What does he expect from me?”

It begs the question, what’s this monster we’ve created? Is it such a bad thing? I mean, it’s just like sex, drugs and rock n’ roll right? And they do fine, so why can’t we?

So can a professional like Jeff thrive in this environment? He has a beautiful wife and son, a sense of purpose, a set of ideals and a staunch refusal to compromise on his principles. I’d like to say yes, but I started to realize what his grin was about. All that he loved and cherished was being put to the test, facing compromise, for an industry which doesn’t. Finally, there was no question, only answers. He’d picked his team, and he’d picked the right one.

The beer tasted great that night. Served by a former cook, tending bar at his own establishment now, that same shit eating grin on his face. I imagined the road ahead for him, hoping it was slightly less rocky, slightly more profitable and only a tad less liquid, and I imagined the day he sat in my chair looking at some young punk with a shit eating grin and thought the same. Poor poor lucky bastard.

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Sean Sherwood, an accomplished classical, jazz and blues pianist, worked in all aspects of the restaurant industry over two decades and spent 3 years as an operational consultant. He owned three dynamic restaurants in Vancouver: Fiction, Lucy Mae Brown, and Century. After 9 years, he sold his businesses to pursue other ventures.

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