A Moment for Mustaches
Welcome back everyone. Hope the turkey was great.
I’m going to take today to talk about something not entirely deli related: mustaches (or moustaches). These furry creatures have adorned the faces of many fine deli men for many generations. Some of my favorites include the venerable stache of Lorne Pancer, at Toronto’s Moe Pancer’s delicatessen, but there are countless others. Mustaches are old school, masculine, and despite being the furthest thing from trendy, they are dependable and require a strong constitution to sport. They’re the deli men of facial hair, and they deserved to be complimented.
I’m writing this because all month I’ve been sporting my own mustache for the prostate cancer fundraiser Movember. Over the protests of my wife and the mocking porno jokes of my friends, I’ve taken this Burt Reynolds number to Chicago, New York, Scottsdale, the Bahamas, and this coming sunday, on national television. In exchange for the albatross on my upper lip, I’ve solicited donations to Movember.com. All money raised goes toward prostate cancer research, a disease that affects many men, and has taken many great deli men and deli lovers from us over the years.
So please, if you have $10 or $1000 to spare, donate to my Movember page and help those men more manly than I.
