I got some bad news today, when Peter at Seraphia informed me that he will have his last day Saturday April 27th.

I can’t properly capture what his Scarborough gourmet shop has meant to me and my family. I’ve been a caregiver to a family member who ate some amazing meals thanks to Peter’s good taste. Do I suddenly have to learn how to cook? Maybe.

I understand that the reason he’s leaving is because the new lease would mean a big rent increase. Perhaps he’ll find a new location somewhere else, although I fear he’ll simply pack it in. The kids from RH King, the brave guys from the nearby firehall, and those of us who live in the neighbourhood will all have to get by without his lasagna, his muffins, his spanakopita, his quiches, his sister’s baklava, his poutine, his burgers, his breakfasts…. And so many other things like salads and cole slaw and Greek salad and Caesar salad. Sigh.

And we’ll miss his personality and the Q107 accompaniment.

Ave atque vale or as the Romans used to say: hail and farewell.

I’m re-blogging a piece I wrote back in 2021.