Irrational Persistence. Zilko Dave

this book I share our experiences, a heartfelt story that only life itself could write, as well as the secrets that drove Garden Fresh from the back of that tiny restaurant to become the premiere deli supply company in the United States.

      So that you can begin to live the life you’ve imagined for yourself. Ideally a lot quicker than we did.

      INTRODUCTION

      Starting with Less Than Nothing

      JACK AND I WERE WITH A GUEST in our conference room in Garden Fresh’s administrative offices. The company had just hit the $100 million mark and the local media had picked up on it. Our guest was amazed and could not contain himself:

      “You know what I like about you two? You guys started with nothing, no one ever gave either of you a thing. I really respect that.”

      Jack was taken aback by the statement, and answered the only way he knew how:

      “Started with nothing? That would have been easy. What’s hard is starting with less than nothing.”

      Our guest was perplexed.

      “Dave,” Jack asked, “how much debt were you in when we got together?”

      “Do you want the real number or just what I’ll admit to?

      “Let’s just go with what you’ll admit to.”

      “$350,000.. and I’m glad my wife doesn’t read what I give her to sign, no sense both of us losing sleep at night.”

      Jack proceeded to throw a $450,000 figure on the table, but I knew that too was only what he’d admit to – for a while it seemed every other day someone was showing up at our office reminding Jack of the money they had lent him, and we always seemed to be paying them back.

      Jack continued with our guest: “When we add it all up, it was easily a million-dollar hole. Starting with nothing would have been a blessing. Starting with less than nothing – now that’s a challenge.”

      So how did we, me with a couple business degrees from a couple well-respected universities, and Jack, who now deserves to be considered one of the premiere food entrepreneurs in America, find ourselves middle-aged and starting with less than nothing, to the tune of about $1 million?

      For me it all started when I was in college. I spent the summer between my sophomore and junior years studying in France, where I absolutely fell in love with the culture. I was just enamored by how wonderful their food was, and even more so by how the French use the occasion of the meal to bring people together. Those people have truly mastered everyday life.

      The following summer I interned at a General Motors financial office and realized that working in that world wasn’t connecting with me, but what was were the marketing classes I was taking at Michigan State. The strategic aspects of marketing fascinated me, and I was compelled to earn an MBA in marketing, which I did from The George Washington University.

      My first job in the real world after I graduated, selling financial securities, was underwhelming, to say the least.

      I was not only bored but realized I was not living the life I had imagined for myself. There was simply a gap between the level at which I was living my life, in terms of both professional and financial fulfillment, and the level at which I wanted to live my life.

      And that void was simply unacceptable to me. It was driving me crazy.

      So I decided to do something about it. I combined my love of food with my passion for business and started a food company.

      I then proceeded to do what just about every food entrepreneur does – spent four months at my kitchen counter developing a line of chicken and beef marinades, came up with the name “American Connoisseur,” hired a graphic designer for $15 per hour, and stood over her shoulder while she created some labels.

      When she finished she printed one copy of each, laminated them, and I stuck them on four bottles, then sent them to the buyer at what was then Dayton Hudson Marshall Field’s, now known as Macy’s.

      One night the buyer called me at home – I certainly did not have an office – and said, “These are the best marinades I’ve ever had. I’m going to place an order,” which he did, for 96 cases.

      That was the good news.

      The bad news was I did not have a place to produce them.

      Somehow I stumbled across a guy who owned a small industrial park in metro Detroit. He told me he just had a tenant move out who had a kitchen used for breaks. “Why don’t you convert that to a commercial kitchen and see what you can do?”

      I thought it was a great idea and, after some research, determined that it would cost $2,500 to convert this 300-square-foot space to a licensed food processing facility.

      Well, that was $2,500 more than I had at the time, so I did what every red-blooded American entrepreneur does when he wants to launch a business but does not have the money to do so: I applied for a credit card loan with Discover.

      Discover, seeing that I did not have a reliable income but seeing that I did have tens of thousands of dollars in student loan debt, turned me down.

      So I proceeded to do what every red-blooded American male entrepreneur does when he wants to launch a business but does not have the money to do so and is turned down for a credit card loan: I reached out to my girlfriend.

      She must have seen something in me and decided to sign for it.

      So while I’d love to say that I founded my company on a credit card loan, in reality I was so broke I founded it on my girlfriend’s credit card loan.

      And people ask me all the time: I not only paid her back, but I did marry her. And we’re still married to this day.

      A mere 11 years later I found myself, now hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, at a food show in New York where I approached another metro Detroit food entrepreneur, Jack Aronson.

      A few years beforehand Jack founded a fresh salsa company, which he called Garden Fresh Gourmet, in the back of his 1,200-square-foot restaurant. I asked him whether he’d be interested in me bottling some of my products under his label.

      Jack thought it was a great idea and after we returned home we got together for lunch and he began to share his saga.

      Five years before we met, Jack found himself in the previously mentioned $450,000 hole, 44 years old with no formal education and no formal training, running a tiny restaurant called Clubhouse Bar-B-Q, just outside of Detroit. Jack had to declare bankruptcy to hold onto his lease, was taking the bus to work as his car had been repossessed, and was having tax issues with the IRS.

      Desperate, one day Jack pulled out a five-gallon bucket, peeled some onions by hand and in 15 minutes made what is today known as Garden Fresh Artichoke Garlic Salsa.

      Jack started putting his salsa on the tables of the Clubhouse Bar-B-Q; after a few weeks, people were standing in line on Friday and Saturday nights to get in.

      One day, out of nowhere, Jim Hiller, owner of an upscale chain of metro Detroit supermarkets that bears his name, walked in and told Jack one of his employees said he just had to try Jack’s salsa. Jim told Jack that he had been looking for a good fresh salsa for 20 years to no avail, and he asked Jack to whip him up a batch.

      Jack did. Jim liked it and asked Jack to start making it for his six-store chain.

      Thus, what is today the best-selling brand of fresh salsa in America was innocently born.

      Soon, in addition to Hiller’s Markets, every party store in the area started picking up Jack’s salsa. Word starting getting out about how good Jack’s salsa was, so a local news station, Fox2 Detroit, decided to do a story on this eccentric guy making this salsa in the back of his restaurant.

      There’s an old maxim that says there’s no such thing as bad publicity. That’s generally true, unless your city manager is sitting at home watching Fox2 news, aghast at this guy making salsa in the back of an unlicensed restaurant in his town.

      So