fb-pixel

Meat whisperer John Dewar calls it a career

John Dewar at Boston Chops Downtown.
John Dewar at Boston Chops Downtown.(Craig F. Walker/Globe Staff)

Forty years ago, Americans ate a lot of meat. When butcher John Dewar went into business for himself, setting up a meat-processing facility in Boston and opening a retail shop in Newton Centre, both bearing his name, there were plenty of high-end meat suppliers in the area. Dewar could have lost his shirt.

Instead, he made friends with the young chefs just emerging from culinary schools — he calls them “the kids,” because he was so much older (33 at the time) — and he instinctively understood that they were itching to do more exciting cooking than they’d been taught. So he pitched cuts others hadn’t seen the value of. Skirt steak is ubiquitous today, but when John Dewar & Co. came on the scene, it had only recently stopped being ground for burgers.

Advertisement



Then the new guy on the block did something else other purveyors didn’t: He booked tables at his customers’ restaurants. By day, he acted the role of meat whisperer, giving encouragement and helping manage costs and save money. By night, he dined out on his own product — on his own dime.

“He was a great customer, always,” says chef Jimmy Burke, who now lives in Bridgton, Maine, west of Portland, and, with his wife, Joanie Wilson, owns and operates restaurant Vivo. When Burke owned Allegro in Waltham, he’d regularly see Dewar in his dining room. “This guy’s spending money in my place,” says Burke. “I’m doing business with him.” The two became great friends.

John Dewar, shown shortly after opening his Wellesley shop in 2004.
John Dewar, shown shortly after opening his Wellesley shop in 2004.(Pat Greenhouse/Globe staff/file)

Dewar retired at the end of December and last week, meat purveyor to the stars T.F. Kinnealey & Co., with whom Dewar has worked for the last dozen years, threw him a party at Boston Chops Downtown. Chris Coombs, the restaurant’s co-owner and chef —  whom Dewar met when Coombs was 22 — toasted his mentor. “He taught me how to grow up in this business,” said the chef, now 34, who is also co-owner of Boston’s Deuxave and dbar.

Advertisement



Several top chefs recollected how Dewar (they call him “JD”) played a pivotal role in the city’s restaurant boom of the 1980s. He also helped a generation of home cooks who were regulars at his retail stores raise their game. If you had enjoyed osso buco at a restaurant and wanted to try your hand at the Italian veal shank specialty at home, you could get the right cut at one of Dewar’s shops. Same for hanger steak, which was only just beginning to appear on menus. He had fresh ducks (most were frozen), foie gras, lamb racks so well trimmed that when you cooked them and cut the chops, they became what Dewar called “lamb lollipops.”

“All the good restaurants bought from John Dewar,” says Lydia Shire, owner of Scampo, who met the butcher when she was cooking at the Bostonian Hotel with Jasper White and Gordon Hamersley, well before any of them opened their own places. “When you talk about John Dewar, you talk about a gentleman. He’s gentle and he’s a great man.”

Chris Schlesinger was on the line at The Harvest when Dewar was sending the restaurant pricey lamb racks, which Schlesinger couldn’t afford when he left to open East Coast Grill. Instead, Dewar suggested boneless lamb loins, which were half the price then. He schooled the young chef on pork shanks, hanger steak, and tri-tip steaks. “Thirty years ago, that was pretty unusual,” says Schlesinger.

Advertisement



Dewar, who will turn 76 in February, began in the business at age 18, driving a truck for his cousin at Dole & Bailey, prestigious meat purveyors then based in Faneuil Hall, now in Woburn. He stayed for 15 years. Dole & Bailey president Nancy Matheson-Burns is another cousin. “He and I basically grew up together,” she says, and even when he went off on his own, “I never felt like I was competing with him.”

As restaurants proliferated and consumer demand for quality meats soared, Dewar set up a second shop in 2004 in Wellesley. He stocked fine cheeses and fancy European specialty foods. By then, Dewar’s longtime meat expert and partner, Fred Donovan, also a Dole & Bailey alum, had retired and Dewar felt the loss keenly. “He was the master butcher, I was just the guy who smiled a lot,” he says with characteristic modesty. ”Fred was a big guy, red hair, little on the brusque side, which most butchers were.”

Dewar’s wife, Bonita (“Bonnie”) Welch, passed away in 2002. She and Fred were his partners. “After that, I was running the whole thing myself, 35 employees, 10 trucks, it became a treadmill. I was finding myself ill-equipped to do this alone, and it was too late to search for new partners.” Through the years, Dewar had a friendly rivalry with the Kinnealey family and met them for drinks monthly. In 2006 he sold them his stores and plant and agreed to stay on.

Advertisement



Meanwhile, sales at the retail stores were declining. Even Dewar’s dedicated clientele were succumbing to the allure of one-stop supermarket shopping. Kinnealey, which specializes in portion-controlled meats in Cryovac packaging, closed the Newton Centre store in 2012. “They asked me what I thought of that. ‘You do what’s best for you,’ ” Dewar advised. Wellesley closed two years later when the lease came up for renewal. The Newton location is now Sycamore restaurant and the old Dewar sign hangs in the space.

Even though Dewar has retired, his brand is still sold to Volante Farms in Needham. “John had cutting and aging protocols,” says John Kinnealey, president of the Brockton-based company, which will stick with them. The company has retail outlets at the Fruit Center Marketplace in Milton and Hingham.

In Dewar’s time at his company, says John Kinnealey, he became the bridge between the last generation and Kinnealey’s own. “He was senior to us in terms of age and experience, but had the same philosophical approach to doing business,” says the president. Kinnealey meats was bought a couple of years ago by Performance Food Group, a publicly traded company based in Virginia.

The meat business is historically tough and physical. In Dewar’s heyday, meat cutters spent their working hours in very cold rooms. “I’m sure everyone who worked in that environment has arthritis in one or more joints today,” he says. “I do.” In the modernized cutting rooms at Kinnealey’s plant, fans don’t blow directly on workers, as they used to, but it’s still uncomfortably chilly to someone not used to it.

Advertisement



In 1993, on the Fourth of July weekend, there was a murder in Dewar’s Roxbury plant. Someone in the traditional long white meatcutter’s coat came into the facility asking for the manager by name, then shot and killed him. Dewar was not there are the time. “I went in and it was a crime scene. We all went to the wake and the funeral. The following Monday we gathered and said a prayer and set about trying to heal. It was a terrible thing.”

At the Boston Chops party, one of the former workers said they could not have gotten through without Dewar’s guidance.

They all went back to work, cutting meat according to every chef’s specs. Dewar remembers sending huge steaks to restaurants. “Rib-eye steaks were all on the large side, like 16 ounces. That’s enough to feed three people today.”

He sourced anything chefs were looking for — beef cheeks and hearts, sweetbreads, brains, veal tongue, liver, oxtail, bone marrow, American lamb, heritage-breed pork, Wagyu beef, thin-skinned chickens that turned crisp in the oven.

But Dewar himself likes simpler fare, happiest with a “nice prime sirloin steak.” At home, he sears a 12-ounce steak in a hot cast-iron pan, and finishes it with garlic and butter. Though there was a time when it was a single portion, now it serves two. There’s no baked or mashed potato, but cannellini beans sauteed with oil and garlic, and a salad. “I’m looking after my heart and my weight,” he says.

Never an adventurous eater, Dewar remembers Gordon Hamersley routinely ordering brains for Hamersley’s Bistro, the South End restaurant he owned with his wife, Fiona. One night, Dewar was in the dining room. “This whole brain comes out and the waiter says, ‘Compliments of the chef.’ He was tormenting me.” Dewar roars with laughter.

“I sold the stuff,” he says. “I didn’t necessarily eat it.”


Sheryl Julian can be reached at sheryl.julian@globe.com. Follow her on Twitter @sheryljulian.