Cousin’s Deli, Lounge – South Sherbrook


I never know where my mind will go when it starts to wander. Yesterday I was thinking about Cousin’s Deli, and writing this post, and I started to think about my dad. You see, yesterday marks eight years since my dad died. The reason Cousin’s got me thinking about dad, is that for the first seven years we lived in Winnipeg, we would drive pass Cousin’s on our way down to church at the Salvation Army Winnipeg Citadel.

pasta salad

The pasta salad is quite flavourful, but lacking in vegetables

We never stopped, it was just a marker on the route downtown. Much like the site of Harman’s meant that we were getting close. However, those rides, especially when it was just my dad and me, were times of good conversation, times when I had my dad all to myself. In a family of six boys that wasn’t all that frequent, even as I moved into my teen, university years.

I did have coffee and meal times out with my dad. As things have gone, only one of the three places we would regularly go still are open. Continue reading

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Nathan Detroit’s Sandwich Pad


A few weeks ago, I was wandering through the underground at Portage and Main. I wandered down underneath the CIBC building, and noticed that Nathan Detroit’s Sandwich Pad has a new location. It’s been years since I last visited, back when it was tucked in the back corner of the building.

Nathan Detroit's Hot Mustard

The hot mustard from Nathan Detroit’s Sandwich Pad lives up to the name.

It took me a few days to get back there, but I paid my first visit a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, all the pictures I took on that occasion have disappeared from my phone, so the pictures in this post are all from the second time around.

The space at Nathan Detroit’s is wide open, in the shape of an upside down L, with the cross bar at the back of the restaurant. There are plenty of tables, and so I had no trouble getting a seat.

Nathan Detroit’s Sandwich Special

The sandwich board outside the restaurant was advertising a sandwich, appropriately enough. That day it was the Reuben. I really enjoy a good Reuben. This one would qualify as good but not great in my books. Continue reading