The Final Chapter

After the fire, life was difficult. The store was never rebuilt and the once proud edifice that my father built from the ground up, with nothing but grit and unnatural hard work, became an empty shell. It stood there for years with a tired old sign in the window “Perl’s Meat. The Tradition Continues.” But… Continue reading The Final Chapter

The Years of Backbreaking Struggle

In 1954, my father opened a small kosher butcher shop in rented premises on the north side of Bloor, between Euclid and Manning Avenues. There was only one other kosher butcher at the time, but according to my father, they had terrible customer service. “I knew if I treated the customers well, they would come.”… Continue reading The Years of Backbreaking Struggle