As I write on this blog I am beginning to think that Poughkeepsie is so much more than just a silly quote from The French Connection, “You pick your toes in Poughkeepsie?” Bill Duke is an actor and director from Poughkeepsie, NY. The first time he came into Coppola’s my sons recognized him right away from the movie Predator, 1987 starring Arnold Schwazzeneagar. They both exclaimed “There’s Mac!” Mac was his character name in Predator. (But as coincidence would have it – when he was growing up Bill Duke’s cat’s name was Maccintosh and Bill was long nicknamed by family and friends in Poughkeepsie as Maccy Bub).
Bill Duke would often come to Poughkeepsie from Los Angeles to visit his mom and bring his family and friends to eat at our restaurant. I was looking at the dates of my autographs and noticed that he came on Easter Sunday, April 3, 1994. I thought this would be a good time to write about him. Whenever he was in town visitng his mom he would make Coppola’s on Main Street one of his stops until his mom died in 1999. He was a quiet and unasuming man. Never did he make a bid deal when he came in with his group.
You can see by our autographs that he would amuse us by taking pictures and giving out his autograph. The picture you see above is with our long time bartender, Leo that has since passed away. It was taken in our bar. Bill Duke would usually come in on weekdays during the late afternoons. Did you all know that Bill Duke went to Dutchess Community College? He continued onto Boston university and furthered his education at New York University‘s Tisch School of Arts and the AFI Conservatory. He was the first of his family to attend college and went on the be one of the most accomplished African Americans currently working in TV and cinema.
Not only is he an actor but has directed quite a few films and TV shows. He has a credit list as long as some of the great names in Hollywood – and a quite a few awards to accompany it. Quite an accomplishment for a Poughkeepsie native! And of course he always made time to stop at Coppola’s!
I just can’t let Easter go by without writing about the Italian Easter tradition of Easter Bread. Everybody makes Easter bread in Italy, but does it turn into a competitive baking contest? In Coppola’s Restaurant and in the little town of Monte di Procida it is! During Lent not only do we fast and give up stuff (never panettone recipes!) but we start planning the art of baking panettone (Easter bread).
One year we were in Italy during Easter. At every house we visited we were shown rows and rows of pans filled with rising dough covered under blankets waiting for Holy Saturday to be baked. Now mind you the judging starts even before the bread is baked. Everyone is eagerly watching their breads rise. If it rises too fast that it will be a big flop. If it rises too slow it will be hard as a rock. At twelve years old I thought this was comical as we all peered into all these pans. We were made to look at these pans as if was the latest discovery! hahaha…
Our whole family practiced this tradition. So you can imagine the amount of Easter bread that was made. But what was even funnier is that my father, the chef made Easter bread and also my mother made her own batch. It ended up being a contest within our own household. So if that wasn’t enough my dad’s brothers and their wives also made Easter bread. And guess what? Yup! Our Italian customers and employees got into the act too!! And you can’t leave out Caffe Aurora!! So by Easter Sunday the restaurant was wall to wall Easter Bread.
Now this competition was not a formal competition but was just informal tastings. Like “Hey Joe, taste my Easter Bread how good it came out!”…. and vice versa. But with all this craziness that I experienced growing up with this informal Panettone competition I keep making loaves and loaves of it myself trying to get the perfect recipe. I always try a new recipe every year. But let me tell you a little secret if any of you have ever tried Easter bread. It is an acquired taste. It comes in a variety of ways its either really dry and flavorful or it is moist and light. Some are braided with colored eggs. Always with bits of dried fruit throughout. The Italians like to eat this bread at the end of their meal with jugs of wine. That’s the best part!
When you come to Coppola’s on Easter Sunday you will all find Easter Bread in our bread baskets. Over the years our competition has given up the challenge but we continue on. It can’t be Easter without a battle of the Easter Breads at Coppola’s. It’s tradition!
Let me share my recipe that I used this year. According to my son who just came home from college (….he ate the whole thing in 2 days) it came out awesome!!! Not sure if it was hunger or if it was really good. But I am delivering a loaf to my uncle and hopefully I will get the nod of approval!
Last night one of my Dad’s good friend and customer’s daughter and her husband came in for dinner. She started reminiscing of the days at 273 Main Street. It made me look back at such a happy time. I do remember her Dad, Dick Freeman. Every Christmas my dad would bring us all shopping to pick out gifts for my mom. It was the same routine every Christmas. We would go to Up-To-Date where Mr. Forman would greet us and Amanda Gobbi would help us pick out a fancy dress for my mom. The last stop was to visit Dick Freeman who owned J. Arnold Wood, Ltd. It was fun there. I can still remember the laughter that those 2 men shared as my dad picked out the biggest and the gaudiest piece of jewelry. My dad always loved big and shiny!
Dick Freeman was one of our earliest customers. I didn’t realize that Dick’s and dad’s friendship went back before Coppola’s. Mr. Freeman actually got to know my dad when my dad was a chef at the historical Nick Beni’s in Mount Carmel Square. My father and Mr. Freeman got to be very good friends. When my dad was contemplating opening up a restaurant Mr. Freeman said to my father, “Joe, no matter where you go I will follow you.” And so it came to be that when my dad and his brothers opened up Coppola’s Restaurant on that day November 24, 1961, Mr. Freeman was one of their first customers. Mr. Freeman”s daughter, Jane told us that whenever my dad would go on vacation (vacation was going back to his hometown of Monte di Procida) Mr. Freeman would say “tell me what day you are going to be back because I want to be there the day you return.” And my dad would always surprise him with a new specialty dish that he brought back from Italy. After my dad died Mr. Freeman presented me with a plate from Nick Beni’s restaurant to commemorate his friendship with my dad so many years ago when he first met him as a chef at Nick Beni’s! Mr. Freeman has since passed away and I bet my dad welcomed him with a Coppola feast including all the specialties he is learning from his new adventure……….
Where else but in Dutchess County can you find a recipe with the ingredients of James Cagney, Floyd Patterson (world heavyweight boxing champion 1956-59, 1960-62) and Coppola’s Restaurant? I didn’t realize what good friends James Cagney and Floyd Patterson were. When we relocated Coppola’s Restaurant at 825 Main Street in 1979 my father so appreciative of his success that he wanted to give back to the community. That first Christmas and many years afterwards he would host parties for various children’s homes. One particular Christmas Party that comes to mind is the one for Cardinal Hayes Home. At the time James Cagney was a frequent customer and wanted to help… Not only did he gift a huge check to the children’s home he also asked his good friend Floyd Patterson to make a guest appearance at the party.
What did James Cagney and Floyd Patterson have in common that they struck up such a friendship? Well did you all know that James Cagney’s father was an amateur boxer? James Cagney Jr. followed in his dad’s footsteps. Not only was he a good street fighter he was also encouraged by his mom to take up boxing as a hobby. He went so far as to engage in amateur boxing and won the New York State lightweight title. When he was approached to become a professional boxer his disapproving mom told him “If you want to become a professional fighter, then your first fight will have to be against me.” James immediately abandoned the idea of professional boxing and the rest is history.
As he got more and more involved in films he frequently portrayed that rough street fighter image. James Cagney’s last performance at 84 years old was in the TV movie Terrible Joe Moran playing a former boxing champ. Clips from his 1932 movie Winner Takes All (a movie about boxing) were throughout the movie Terrible Joe Moran. Floyd Patterson was the gym janitor in this movie.
James Cagney’s introduction to Floyd went back to 1960 where James was hosting and reviewing the fight between Ingemar Johansson vs Floyd Patterson. This was the famous fight where Floyd regained his World Heavyweight Championship Title. James Cagney reviewed the different boxing styles of Johanssen and Patterson on the WABC radio show.
So it came to be that these 2 larger than life characters along with my dad, Joseph Coppola put on a wonderful Christmas Dinner with gifts and a memorable donation right here in Poughkeepsie, NY to benefit The Cardinal Hayes children’s home. Years later with Floyd’s many visits to Coppola’s at 825 Main Street this heavy weight champ had the chance to meet my son Josh. Josh was just 3 or 4 years old. Floyd Patterson took one look at Josh’s hands and said he has the hands of a boxer. I took James Cagney mother’s words and said “well his first fight will have to be against me first!”
James Cagney and his wife were loyal customers at our restaurant since the early ’70s. He was such a down to earth guy. He never conducted himself as an unapproachable celebrity. It wasn’t until we moved to this location that James Cagney and my father got very friendly. Mr. Cagney and his wife would usually come in on Sunday afternoons for quiet dinners in the back room. On more festive occasions when he had guests he would come in on a Saturday night with a group of people. Never would I have thought that in Poughkeepsie we would have such a revolving door of celebrities. But then again Poughkeepsie did get mentioned in the French Connection movie. Remember the quote “You picking your toes in Poughkeepsie?” Sheesh!
While writing this post I did some research on James Cagney. I found some peculiar similarities between Jimmy and my father. Cagney’s first job was on stage as a dancer making $55 dollars a week of which $40 of it was given to his mother. When my father and his brothers first came to America the money that they made was also sent home to their mother. In fact James Cagney bought his Stanfordville farm in 1954 the same year my father came to America. And if it could be a weirder coincidence James Cagney retired in 1961 to go back to his Stanfordville farm to raise Morgan horses the same year my father and his brothers opened up Coppola’s Restaurant.
As I have written on previous posts he brought in Martin Sheen and John Travolta to experience Coppola’s. I remember on one occasion he came with his best friend Ralph Bellamy. Ralph Bellamy was part of James Cagney’s acting friends who called themselves “The Irish Mafia.” I recognized Ralph Bellamy right away. Remember the film Trading Places with Eddie Murphy? I didn’t realize he was such a well known actor in his earlier years but seeing that movie Trading Places I recognized him right away. I did have a few words with Ralph Bellamy. He actually whispered in my ear!! I will never forget his words to me……..” Please give me the check!” Haha!!!
Liza Minelli was also a guest of James Cagney’s who also enjoyed Coppola’s Italian food. Whenever someone came into town to visit James Cagney he made sure they ate Coppola’s Italian food. I have so much more to tell you about James Cagney but I will put more in another post. Did you all know that he was friends with President Ronald Reagan and supported his campaign 1980 and 1984? President Reagan gave his eulogy when he died. Those ’80s were memorable years. We couldn’t wait for the weekends to see Jimmy Cagney and all his famous friends. March 31, 2011 was the 25th anniversary of Cagney’s death. As I gaze at our wall of celebrities I miss those years where Poughkeepsie was more than just a quote from the French Connection!
I always think of the parable of Jesus feeding a huge crowd of people with 5 loaves of Barley bread and 2 fish when I think about the huge snow storm of 2009. We were debating whether to close or not that ugly winter day when we received a phone call at home from a dear customer. She was so distraught exclaiming that they had no where to go. It was the day of her brother’s funeral and all the guests were invited to The Italian Center for an after funeral dinner. The Italian Center called and said that due to the weather they were not going to open. Jim comforted her by telling her that we would gladly open for her family. She said she thought it would be about 30 people and Jim assured her that would be no problem. So we quickly went to work with only half of the kitchen staff along with Jim and I to take care of the dining room (our dining room staff was not able to come due to the storm). We figured serving 30 people would not be a problem.
Well at 11:30 as Jim greeted the family at the door and I took the count people kept flocking in. I had to keep running back and forth to the kitchen as the number of people kept increasing. The kitchen staff thought I was nuts as I ran in saying 30,40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100… It turned out to be more than 100 people. Our kitchen staff kept making salads, warming up bread, pounding and breading chicken. Pots and pots of tomato sauce and boiling pots of water for the pasta were on the stove. Meanwhile out front Jim took care of the drinks… hundreds of drinks… I took care of preparing the tables. It got to the point where one of the guests manned the soda machine. People were throwing money on the bar for payment for the drinks. There was a huge pile. Jim couldn’t give out change fast enough as he was pouring drinks. The salads were all ready and I ran around the dining room with trays of salads and warm bread. Believe me when I tell you Jim and I kept it together as best as we could but we must have been looking a little stressed.
All of a sudden all the family and friends started pitching in. One by one they all lent out a hand. Ever so grateful that we opened on such short notice that everyone took part in serving. Jim and I just couldn’t believe our eyes. We all started laughing and having a good time. e had servers, dishwashers, coffee makers… There must have been 30 people pitching in. And the bread kept coming out in basketfuls… the pasta kept coming out in bowlfuls…. hundreds of Chicken Parmagianas… It was unbelievable!
When I think back I wonder how we had all that bread, lettuce, chicken… on hand. It really was like the Miracle of the 5 Loaves and 2 Fish. What a wonderful tribute to our dear customer’s brother! All his friends and family pitching in like that making it so wonderful for the immediate family. A true inspiration for all of us to see!! And that wasn’t all… After begging everyone to stop that we will take care of everything after they left, nobody would leave until they all helped to finish cleaning. That is one story that Jim and I will never forget. Our customers never cease to amaze us. You see Coppola’s Restaurant isn’t about us. It’s all about the wonderful people in the community! They are truly amazing! We have to say Thank You!!!
Did you all know that John Travolta came to have dinner at our restaurant? Yes! He did… he really really did! It was in 1985. James Cagney was John Travolta’s idol. So he came to Dutchess County to visit James Cagney and of course Mr. Cagney brought him to his favorite Italian restaurant.
Naturally, I couldn’t miss this opportunity to see John Travolta. When I look back now and read about John Travolta he was experiencing some movie flops in the ’80s. But I didn’t consider any of this because all I knew him was as Vinnie Barbarino in Welcome Back Kotter, Saturday Night Fever, Grease and The Urban Cowboy.
was very patient not interrupting him while he was having his dinner. I waited until he was walking out the door. I excitedly screamed “John Travolta!!!!!”. I must have said it a little too loud… actually I screamed it. Well the poor guy was startled and he looked scared. I must have used my loud Italian soprano voice because he was looking for the nearest exit.
Sensing his unwillingness to talk to me in the crazy state I was in, I immediately calmed down and sweetly asked him for an autograph. He took a big sigh of relief and signed my Coppola’s Menu. Of course he was just as handsome as in the movies but I was very surprised as to how slight he looked. I wonder if that is why he was nicknamed “Bone” while he was growing up?
Needless to say I remember every detail of that day. I even know exactly what I was wearing. That beautiful cobalt blue silk scarf reminds me of the day I met John Travolta and it has a special place in my closet!
Speaking of being surprised how slight John Travolta was I have to remember to tell you about the actors from Vassar’s Powerhouse Theater that came in one afternoon to have lunch.
Hey all! This is going to be a short post today. But I just wanted to tell you about this woman that came into the restaurant last night and shared her story with my husband. It brought a tear to my eye as Jim recanted the story. It never ceases to amaze me how generous my father was. My father has been gone now for seventeen years and we still get stories from our customers! Anyway, this lady came in for an order to go with her daughter. She has been a loyal customer since our days on lower Main Street. Apparently when she was pregnant with her daughter she developed an insatiable craving for veal.
As I understood it she was working in Poughkeepsie and living in Amenia/Dover area. Well, she would come in for her daily meal of veal. As she came in on a regular basis my dad and her got to be quite friendly. Progressing with her pregnancy becoming more and more obvious my dad would make a point to make her get off her feet. She said she would sit on a stool in the kitchen. ad would say to her “Mangia, you have to take care of the baby!”
At this point in the story the woman doubled over in laughter and joy as she remembered the story! (From what I can gather from this story is that she must have been going there to get orders to go. As she waited for her order my dad made her sit and would give her something to eat for the long ride back home.) As she recollected herself she continued with her story…
As she neared the end of her pregnancy and would waddle into the restaurant she didn’t have to pay for her meals anymore. Finally when the day came that she delivered the baby she made sure that my dad knew that she had the baby. Of course my dad did what he knew best on such an occasion in true Coppola style! A huge Italian meal (with veal of course) was delivered to the hospital!
If there is one word to describe my dad it would be the word generous especially at Christmas! Much planning went into gathering boxes of wines and liquors that he would give out as gifts to say thank you. Two couples that stand out that were just as generous as my father. One couple was the Wassmer’s from Bearsville, NY and the other were the Pitcher’s from Rhinebeck, NY. They were one of our most loyal and generous customers. Both Judy and Theodore Wassmer were artists that would take the trip to Poughkeepsie to enjoy a meal with their best friends Mr. and Mrs Ralph Pitcher. Every Christmas they brought our family gifts. The Pitchers brought bouquets of anemones and the Wassmers with beautiful framed paintings. In fact the anemones made their appearance several times a year!
The Pitcher’s had greenhouses in Rhinebeck where they grew anemones for the whole North East. Did you all know that Rhinebeck is considered the anemone capital of the world. The Pitcher’s have had their farm for over a 100 years. Ralph Pitcher started growing anemones from seeds imported from Holland in 1936. Mr. and Mrs. Pitcher were so proud of their flowers that every time they came in would bring my mom a bouquet of flowers and later on when my brother and I got married they would bring 3 bouquets. Such beautiful flowers that bring back so many memories!My brother now lives in North Carloina and whenever the family comes to town one of the stops is to Ralph Pitchers and Sons farm to pick up a couple of bouquets of anemones.
As a little side trivia: Mildred Pitcher said “Anemones were a favorite flower at the Kennedy White House. Jackie sent pictures to the Pitcher family, of tables decorated (for a state dinner) with anemones. Jackie was very specific in asking for pastel bouquets.”
Let me tell you about Theodore Wassmer. He was born in Salt lake City Utah. His wife Judy Lund and himself resided in Bearsville, NY for 30 years before they moved back to Salt Lake City, Utah. Mr. Wassmer and Mr. Pitcher were best friends. Mr. Wassmer never came empty handed either. Every Christmas he would bring my dad one of his paintings and as we got older he would bring my brother, my sister and I paintings as well. A painting just wasn’t enough to Mr. Wassmer he always made sure they were framed too! He is described as a prolific painter. With all the Wassmer paintings in our family I think there has to be a better word than prolific.
After Theodore and Judy moved to Salt Lake City I continued to keep in touch with him. His Christmas cards were hand painted and a long letter of his thoughts and feelings for the year was included. Even after his wife Judy passed away he continued to write to me. His was always the first Christmas card of the season that I received.
In 2006 I didn’t receive a card so I looked him up in the Salt Lake City newspaper only to find out that he died at the age of 96 on his wife’s birthday Nov. 26th. He was a wonderful generous man who never forgot us. One of my favorite paintings is the one where he combined the portraits of him and his wife along with Mr. and Mrs. Pitcher overlaid with 5 anemones.He called it “Five on Four”. After he and Judy moved away to Salt Lake City he sent each of us in my family that painting to remind us of the Wassmer’s and the Pitcher’s weekly Saturday lunches at Coppola’s. That painting hangs in the center of my family room as well as all his other works. It’s like I have my own Wassmer gallery!
Wassmer’s prolific body of works attest to his artistic commitment. Over 2,000 of his paintings, watercolors, and drawings are in the hands of private collectors, museums, colleges, and schools in the United States and Europe. I don’t think anyone knows about all the paintings we have hanging up in my house. Anemones and Wassmer paintings another memorable tradition at Coppola’s Restaurant!
Life’s Most Meaningless Statistic is the Half-Time Score
When I turned on the TV the other morning Meadowlark Lemon jumped out at me. Since I started writing on this blog all kinds of things trigger my memory. Meadowlark was promoting his new book, Trust Your Next Shot: A Guide to a Life of Joy. Yep, Meadowlark Lemon came to Coppola’s for dinner! It was the during ’70s when the Harlem Globe Trotters were playing at the Mid-Hudson Civic Center. My brother was working that night he was just a young teen. Everyone in the restaurant did a double take when this 6’8″ guy came in. The ceilings were really high (remember we were in the old Rialto Theater) so he wasn’t too out of place. But when he sat down at a small table for two that was another story. I don’t know why the host sat him at a table for two because it was quite a ridiculous sight as his knees did not fit under table.
My brother was so curious that he meandered to the table and asked who he was… ha ha ha. “Meadowlark Lemon, I am with the Harlem Globe Trotters!” Meadowlark enjoyed his meal so much that the following day the whole team came for dinner. You can imagine what all the Italian staff not more than 5’8″ said when they saw these tall men all come into the restaurant, “Is this how they grow them in America?”
One of Meadowlark’s inspirational quotes in his book is quite apropos for our 50th anniversary. Meadowlark says “Life’s most meaningless statistic is the half-time score.” I wonder what else is in store for Coppola’s Restaurant as we work on our next half time!