He passed but presumably the deli will carry on.
Well, the family owns the building and the business is a gold mine. At least for this generation, all is well.
All of them were in for Thanksgiving working, so employees could have time off. Including someone washing dishes who probably doesn’t even do it at home.
God love them.
And now Alan Canter.
Eh, thoughts and prayers, and all that…but wake me up when Canter’s is actually serving worthy food, please.
I was in Gourmet Haus Staudt the other day and there was this very familiar unappetizing smell. Took me a couple of minutes to realize it was the same as Canter’s.
I’ll always have love for Canter’s for very personal reasons. But I put them solidly on the bottom of my list of LA Jewish delis. And yet I still end up there every 3-5 years.
After 2:00 am, right?
Mostly. But sometimes other people happen and I must go along to get along. Actually, every time I’ve gone in at least the last 10 years has been at someone else’s urging.
I really don’t know what that odor was other than “Canter’s.” It was . . . identifiable at least.
They make a mean fruit platter.
I’ve always been partial to the red jello with whipped cream.
I like their black and white cookies, although Bea’s Bakery has better ones.