#05 - Professional Service

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Sometimes, there’s more to an apron than meets the eye

When I was a kid, the service station at the junction of the Alaska Highway and Tagish Road advertised free ice cream with every tank of gas. It’s called Jake’s Corner and we’d often pop in on the way to our lakeside cabin. Jake liked my Dad, so he’d invariably deliver an armload of frozen treats to my family’s dusty station wagon, whether we bought gas or not. A lot of RV tourists weren’t so lucky, even after a huge fill-up.

Today, Yukoners and visitors alike can generally count on more consistent standards in the local service industry. But this progress doesn’t mean that the colourful characters have all disappeared. You’ll still encounter the occasional old timer cast from the same mould as Jake, as well as a strange breed of front-line service worker that adds a whole new dimension to the concept of professional service.

Consider Stephane Aucoin.

During the summer, the 31-year-old sells gourmet fish and chips from a trailer at the waterfront end of Whitehorse’s Main Street. While Aucoin’s customers appreciate both the fruits of his labour and his over-the-counter charm, most of them never realize just how professional his service is.

You see, behind Aucoin’s cooking apron hides a master’s degree in mechanical/aerospace engineering.

Granted, Aucoin is an entrepreneur who built his entire operation from scratch, including his unique recipes. But the reality is, he slaves away seven days a week, doing the kind of work that people typically hope to escape through advanced education.

“I work about 12 to 13 hours a day, and on crazy chaotic days, I’ll work 14 or 15 hours,” he says. “And then, when I’m closed the one day, I probably work about eight hours or so cleaning the trailer and getting things ready for the next week.”

Some might call him insane, but Aucoin is content in his relationship with the deep fryer.

“It’s kind of ironic, but I definitely wouldn’t trade it for an aerospace degree,” he says. “Obviously, I have the flexibility of doing other stuff as well, so perhaps that makes it different.”

If Aucoin’s experience offers a cautionary tale for fellow professionals contemplating a backbreaking service venture, 40-year-old architect Tony Zedda hasn’t heeded it. Kitty-corner from Aucoin’s trailer, you can sometimes spot him wiping down sidewalk tables outside a popular café that he and a partner purchased in 2007. A few months earlier, they opened a martini bar at the other end of Main.

Like Aucoin, Zedda had no previous experience in food and beverage. But whereas Aucoin approaches his job like a full-course meal, Zedda treats his service vocation as more of a side dish. From his firm’s architectural office—located above the café—he continues to oversee the design, construction and marketing of stylish downtown condos.

“We just thought there are a couple of things we’d like to jump into that are an extension of the design and development side, to make downtown a more interesting, liveable place,” he explains during a break.

Although Zedda expects his hands-on involvement in the café to taper off as he learns the business, he won’t hang up his wash cloth and apron altogether.

“With the office professional job, there are quite a few times when you don’t feel like staying there all day and there’s something nice about this,” he says, referring to his ability to pop downstairs and switch hats. “It’s a more direct kind of thing—when you’re feeding people and there’s a certain pleasure that they receive and you’re somehow part of that.”

As Zedda heads back to work, the engineer-chef across the intersection gladly serves a spicy cajun to another happy tourist.

And somewhere, much further away, the spirit of Jake probably stares down in disbelief.

This column was first published in the August/September 2007 issue of above&beyond magazine.

© 2007 Mark Koepke/Photo by Jesse Devost

5 Comments

This column was inspired by an observation I made while grabbing lunch and a coffee at Main and First in downtown Whitehorse during the summer of 2007. A lot of local readers will be familiar with Tony Zedda and Stephane Aucoin. Longtime Yukoners may also recognize a third character, Jake of Jake’s Corner fame.

My dad sent this note after reading the reference to Jake at the beginning of the story: “Yes, you’ve got it bang on, and may recall the time where he actually drove to our cabin at Tagish to deliver a repaired flat. And I was one of the half dozen people at his funeral - where his wish to have mourners release a balloon to symbolize his free spirit was carried out.” I should add that my father was also the recipient of Jake’s self-published book “Parabolic Drifters of the Universe.” Let’s just say it was a challenging read.

Do you have a memory or story about Jake–or Tony or Stephane, for that matter? Please feel free to leave a comment on this page.


I know Stéphane from being his aunt and Godmother. Did you know that after working for Deloitte and Touche, he took a year and worked in Africa with Engineers without borders? And that while he specializes in Fish and Chips, he never ate fish as a child and still doesn’t, as far as I know. He is an extremely intelligent individual who as already discovered what’s really important in life and has decided to live it.

We in Cheticamp, Nova Scotia, where his parents were born, are extremely proud of him and look forward to tasting his recipes the next time he comes to visit.

Thanks for featuring him in your article!


Thanks for your comments, Ginette. I was aware of most of the information you provided. Stephane touched on this background during the lengthy interview I did with him in my rec room after a long day behind the deep fryer. Unfortunately, I only have about 600 words to tell the story in the magazine article!

For the record, Stephane wasn’t just an interview subject: he’s a friend, and lives just down the street from me with his partner, Anna. In addition to being one of the most rabid customers at the Flying Pisces (I only have eyes for spicy cajun!), I have enjoyed a few fine meals at Stephane’s dinner table. He makes a pretty wicked pulled-pork, among a long list of other dishes.

Given the location of my house, I can keep pretty good track of the comings-and-goings of Stephane’s trailer, so I truly appreciate (if not always understand) the backbreaking work he puts into his business.

I hope you’ll forward this post to Stephane’s other friends and relatives “down east” who might be interested to read it. I’m trying to get PDFs of the actual magazine article that could be downloaded from the site, so you might want to check for that in the future.

You may also be interested to hear Stephane in a segment of my radio show Smells Like Yukon. http://www.smellslikeyukon.com/behind/behind_08.html

Thanks for reading!


Here’s how my connection to Jake goes:

I once wrote a book review as a favor to Roman Jake Chaykowski, who wrote and published “The Parabolic Drifters of the Universe.” Ol’ Jake was badly in need of someone to say something good about his book, but even though my review was mixed at best, he published it in the “Whitehorse Star,” which is the official newspaper of Whitehorse in the Yukon Territory.

Jake was in his 70’s then, I think. An acquaintance of mine named Tom Wieman encountered him while driving to Alaska. Tom told me Jake had sort of founded a place called Jake’s Corner, or Jake’s Corner Crossing or something like that. Might even still be on the map, if you have a good enough map.

Jake gave Tom a copy of the book, and Tom loaned me his copy, telling me that Jake would be interested in anything I could say about it. I tried my best to read the thing, but the problem wasn’t just what was lost in translation as Jake, whose native tongue was Russian, tried to compose in English. The book was just plain weird, like the ramblings of a mad man. But Jake had been so kind, and I tried my best to write a review for him that straddled the fence and didn’t come right out and say I thought he was nuts.

So Tom gets the review to Jake (and I subsequently returned the book to Tom), and Tom makes another trip to Alaska, giving my comments to Jake. Next thing, Jake publishes my stuff in the “Star” and sends Tom back to America with a copy of the book for me as well as a copy of my review in the “Whitehorse Star”. I had said something in the review to the effect that reading it induced “paroxysms of agony.” So Jake encloses a hand-written note in the book that says, “For the Lady [he always referred to me as the “lady”]: Here’s a copy for you, so that you may know what sweet pain is.”

Ironically, I thought that hand-written note contained the most beautiful thing Jake had ever written.

I’m sorry to hear Jake’s gone. It was a dream of mine to travel up that way and meet him, it just never happened.


I submitted some comments about Jake; forgot to mention I’m from Iowa, USA. But now I can’t find the website anymore except this seemingly frozen “cached” page. What’s up with that?


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