Now, why are we telling you this?
Well, the original owner of Badass Jacks tells us this is how the restaurant got started. The way he told the story was many of the recipes for our sauces and marinades come from Jack’s epic travels. Over the years, Jack sent these exotic recipes home to his mom with little notes about his life as an “insurance agent, consultant, and family man.” Understanding that his lifestyle would offend his mom’s hoity neighbours, Jack kept his exploits on a “need-to-know” bases. When Jack’s parents finally found out about Jack’s varying “occupations” and philandering ways, they took solace in the fact that he had not become a lawyer, banker, or politician (and REALLY embarrass the family).
As you may well imagine, the recipes sent to Jack’s mom were placed in a box. Who knew such a damn thing about cilantro, Indian curry, Thai spices, red bell peppers, etc. at that time in Saskatchewan? Anyway, the recipes were passed down to him from his mother whose own mother was a “special friend” of Grandpa Jack. Apparently, she received the recipes in lieu of some sort of support payments. He never met “Grandpa Jack”; he died in what Grandma called an “embarrassing incident” before my time. All he has is his diary, a couple of pictures of him and a dog aptly name Scuzzy Dog, and these old recipes. From what he could see (based on Jack’s diary, verified by his senile, very old former friend and “business partner” Curly Duke talking to him when he was having a “clear” day, or more correctly a dry day along with a “clear day”), Grandpa Jack was quite the character. Ol’ Curly says Jack was always on the move with his “trading company”, but never to worldly or wealthy to lend a hand to a woman in distress or to help the less fortunate with a rupee, quid, lira, or just a little snort.
Jack’s adventurous nature and his selfless, giving ways are the reason he studied “photography” and starting a few eateries with some descendants of his Grandpa’s friend as well as “business partners”. He thought he might publish Grandpa Jacks diary someday, and just maybe a groundswell of equally proud Canadians will demand that he, and adventurers like him, gain their rightful place in Canada’s folklore. He thought it was a good idea to have a holiday named after him just like we did for that old frumpy Queen Victoria. Yeah JACKS DAY! (in the summertime please – Jack didn’t much like our winters).
Where are we now?
Today, Badass Jacks has sold and passed through several owners, now owned by 2 local Albertans. We have 5 locations in Alberta, with plans on expanding. The legend of Jack is becoming….well….a legend. But we are incredibly glad that the good food that we serve is here because of good old Grandpa Jack!
We love him so much we even gave him a bit of a Facelift and a friendlier Face!