“As I see it, there are two kinds of people in this world; People who love delis, and people you shouldn’t associate with.” – Damon Runyon
You cannot talk about Miami Beach without mentioning, perhaps the most famous Miami Jew to have settled on the beaches; Wolfie Cohen. He breezed in from Illinois in ‘47 and set about opening his first Deli; Wolfie Cohen’s , a one storey corner restaurant on 21st & Collins with a menu no Jew or Gentile could argue with for a thousand miles around.
On the opening day, Wolfie gave away the food for free, thousands of pastrami and
corned beef sandwiches were woofed up till it was gone. Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd; and Woolfie’s name took off.
Over the years Wolfies appeared across Miami and Miami Beach. Most of them closed in the early 80’s, but the one he opened further up the highway in North Miami Beach “Wolfie Cohen’s Racsal House” – survived. This was an all together bigger, brasher venture catering to largest Jewish community outside of New York City. Parking for 250 cars, seating for 420 people and the queue would stretch half way round the outside of the building. Nobody minded, the food and atmosphere were worth the wait. Some said that Wolfies was “built with a queue”
Slide into one of the red leather booths or red-topped chrome counter stools and you would be met with a bowl of sweet bread rolls and jars of pickle which you were free to eat whilst perusing a menu that offered every imaginable Jewish delicacy; comparable to anything New York had to offer. They didn’t make sandwiches, they would serve you a pound of corned beef or chicken and accidently slap some bread around it. The Turkey legs came with a pile of Mash that was a mile high. Breads and cheesecakes were made
fresh daily in the back of the Deli as fast as they were being eaten out front, 24 hours a day.
Frank Sinatra and his buddies used to dine there after performing down in Miami Beach, as did Jackie Gleeson, Cassius Clay – the stars mingling with the locals and the tourists, attracted by one of the best roadside marquees in America. Standing 45 feet high and visible from 8 blocks away, The Rascal House motive had become a classic with a changing weekly slogan like “If you can’t find your mama, she’s in our kitchen doing the cooking” and testifying to the informality of Wolfie’s; “The only thing that needs to come dressed is our chickens!”
After fifty five years the original 21st Street Wolfie’s finally closed its doors. The shock of 9/11 reduced the flood of tourists to a trickle, and there just wasn’t enough from the
local, shrinking elderly clientele to keep the 24 hour operation going. The new, young visitors to the beach didn’t appreciate the six egg omelettes filled with a half pound of cheese; slaw and pickles. They couldn’t get out of bed in time for the early bird breakfast special, a dollar 99, with streaky bacon, eggs over-easy, potatoes, sour cream, bread rolls and endless coffee. The early bird special dinner was the saviour of so many old, living or just surviving on a dwindling budget.
The last stragglers of an era were dying off. The Spencer Tracey, Jackie Gleeson, Judy Garland and Katherine Hepburn photos from the “Celebrity Corner” were auctioned off to regulars and the menus appeared on eBay. So – without much fanfare the restaurant was gone.
Whereas the first Deli on South Beach was very much a local place, The Rascal House up in North Miami Beach was a national, almost international in its accumulated fame. In the new century it was still going strong but ailing somewhat. Wolfie had long since died. The current owners had grown tired and sold out to new-comers to South Beach who had opened a very successful local Gourmet food shop, and a deli restaurant called Jerry’s.
At first, not much changed, but then people started to complain; the standards were slipping, the portions getting smaller and the bills larger. It emerged that these new-comers from California – where old age had been outlawed – had plans for the Rascal House that didn’t involve preserving the restaurant and it’s half a century of history, but instead, closing it, opening another Gourmet Food store and building a money comb of apartments.
In 2005 Hurricane Wilma swept through damaging the restaurant and tearing down the road-side marquee. It was replaced by a cowardly six foot slab of nothing very much, which failed to preserve this loved example of a bygone era of American highway culture.
There were protests and nostalgic press articles; promises from the new owners that the spirit of Wolfie’s would remain, but eventually the wrecker’s ball swept that all away. They are not bad people who did this. Certainly history is not safe in their hands, but as Runyon said, it’s probably best not to associate with them.
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Portraits are from the newly published photobook by the Hoxton Minipress, London.
Main picture by Barry Lewis. Click Here to see more of the book.
Just came across your article on Wolfie’s. I had the pleasure of lunching there once before the wrecking ball came. Nice writeup!
Thank you for visiting. Glad you enjoyed it. It’s important to keep the memory of these places alive after their passing.