Our StoryIrene's Cuisine: Civilized Decadence
by Brenda Maitland
How one family transformed a parking space into a culinary legend
Once the French Quarter’s underground secret, Irene’s Cuisine has emerged over the years as one of the area’s most desired and endearing dining spots. At first, people spoke of it in whispers, as though it was just “our little secret” but then passers-by couldn’t miss the crowds waiting out in the street for tables, and certainly not the garlic and rosemary aromas wafting out into the street from the kitchen’s fans.
Since its opening sans fanfare in 1992, Irene’s has remained one of the hottest tickets in town, but because there aren’t as many people in town due to Katrina, the eatery is somewhat more accessible. How owner Irene DiPietro, a baby boomer from a little town in southern Sicily, came to dazzle the palates of the French Quarter’s jaded souls and create an enticing, enchanting setting that is both intimate and homey is certainly fodder for dining out fanatics.
Cannelloni to die for; irresistible duck; lamb chops both delicate in flavor and hearty enough for any appetite; roasted eggplant soup to make you cry, and that extraordinary, complimentary bruschetta everyone is served when they are seated! It’s all wonderful: aromatic, full of fresh textures and flavors, and exhibiting both the warmth of home-cooked goodness and the élan of haute cuisine. The family traditions that infuse the culinary style and ambience of Irene’s began long ago with her parents and grandparents and their forebears.
“I remember taking the train every summer to visit my grandmother in Noto, the little town where I was born,” she said. “I love that time in my life. It was idyllic. She lived in a house that was built into the side of a mountain with a spice garden and olive trees atop the hill and citrus orchards all around.”
“She grew or raised everything she cooked, including lamb and rabbit. She baked bread and prepared feasts for St. Joseph’s Altar. She had a huge dining table where the whole family gathered. She was the best cook I’ve ever been around. She was, and is, my inspiration.”
Irene’s father lost everything in World War II. But it wasn’t until 1956 that the government settled with the family and they received a stipend for loss of property. That year, her father decided to take the family to America. He booked passage and fifty years ago, Irene, her parents and siblings – two sisters and brother Fausto – arrived in New York by ship, then took the train to New Orleans where her father had a sponsor.
“People with trades were in big demand,” she explained, “and my father was a translator who could speak seven languages. My mother was a great cook, so they were both very welcome in this country.”
When the family arrived in New Orleans, little Irene was aghast. “I expected it to be so different, to be ‘American’ but it was very European and everyone we met was Sicilian. The French Quarter was so incredible then,” she said.
Instead of pursing his trade as a translator, Irene’s father, joined by her mother, opened a series of restaurants. The family would start each establishment together; one would manage, several would cook, the others would assume certain responsibilities.
In the late eighties, Irene’s brother, Fausto, along with her younger brother, Roland, opened Fausto’s on Veterans Boulevard, which continues to be a very popular eatery today.
Irene cooked at Fausto’s, observing their growing business and decided to create a little place of her own in her beloved French Quarter, but far from the maddening crowds – who would eventually find their way to the little arched doorway at the entrance to Irene’s on St. Philip Street.
Carved out of an old warehouse that was used primarily for parking, the tiny restaurant initially took up little more than a parking space, just the front dining room of what visitors see today. The space was designed to recall her grandmother’s kitchen which was like a big family room with plates and decorations adorning the walls, bottles of olive oil from the property’s olive grove, along with beautiful and intriguing artifacts Irene had collected over the years.
The building, a former macaroni factory with a Sicilian workforce, had been badly damaged in the late eighteen hundred and rebuilt. The Risso family that owned the property were third generation American with a Sicilian heritage and told Irene that their grandfather always dreamed of having a small Sicilian restaurant in the building.
“They made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” joked DiPietro, “They wanted to help me out and told me, “I’ll give you a year’s lease for $800 a month. Unbelievable!”
Within eight months the second room was ready, but people waiting for tables either had to stand out in the street or wait in the garage, so a third room was added as a waiting space. The second dining room is reminiscent of Irene’s grandmother’s dining room, with a little formality. A huge stained-glass window is set flat up against the ceiling beams as the room’s centerpiece.
The third room’s décor alludes to the wine cellar in her grandmother’s home along with the tradition of annual preparations for St. Joseph’s Day altars. “I would watch her make desserts and almond paste and all those amazing goodies,” recalls DiPietro. “The salute to wine reminds me of the wonderful aromas when I was sent down to the cellar to get a bottle of wine. Every family made their own wine and kept a little cellar.”
Today, Irene’s lists some seventy labels from the world’s premier wine regions with a concentration on fine Italian wines. DiPietro has a great appreciation for pairing wine and food, There is no better dining experience than having a terrific bottle of wine with the right dish.”
The food, wine and décor weren’t the only stylishly decadent attractions at Irene’s. The wait staff seem to have a flair all their own. There’s John Perry, who is Welsh and just turned eighty, who may share some of the most off-color jokes heard anywhere. Customers who have Chris Nelson as their waiter will feel just like they’re at home – well, maybe not their own home, as he places a framed photo of himself and other male friends dressed ‘a la femme’ for a party on the table.
Sean Green, a wine expert, is a pro at helping to choose wines to accompany the cuisine, and Sonny Cunningham is an absolute pro at creating smooth, transparent service.
But the main magic still comes from the kitchen, and now Irene says she’s taking a backseat to the new chef, her son Nicholas Scalco.
Although he grew up in the family’s restaurants, he didn’t cook. He valeted cars, washed dishes and bussed tables. “I just sort of took the whole restaurant business for granted,” he says. After high school he joined the armed services.
“About four weeks into boot camp, I realized I wanted to go to culinary school, learn to be a chef, and become knowledgeable about the restaurant business,” he said.
After four years in the Marines, he chose the California Culinary Academy is San Francisco to further his education. Scalco externed at Commander’s Palace where he had the opportunity to work under the late, highly honored Chef Jamie Shannon. “Jamie was really great,” he said, “He made sure I had the opportunity to experience a little of everything, the pantry, butchery, desserts.”
After graduation, Scalco worked in the kitchen at Irene’s for a few months, before leaving for his first trip to Italy. “My mom arranged with a friend of hers who was a wine exporter, Eugenio Spinolti, to set me up to work at his favorite restaurant in his hometown, San Benedetto in Abruzzi.
In the restaurant, San Savino, everyone did everything. The cooks washed their own pots, the owner’s daughter was washing dishes. Scalco was taken under the wing of a small lady named Rosa who, although she was only about 4 ft. 8”, wielding a mighty chef’s knife.
When he returned to New Orleans, he alternated working at Commander’s and Irene’s with a short stint at Gautreau’s wedged in between. In 2000 he went to work for Irene’s full-time.
Although the menu reflects a great deal of what he learned on his sojourn in Italy, he never stops reading, watching The Food Network and dining out to gain inspiration. “Watching The Food Network is just like sitting in class at culinary school,” he says with a refreshing candor. “Most of the stuff I do just kind of happens by accident,” he continued, “like the eggplant soup.”
He’d roast a slew of eggplant for some project and never got around to making it so he just threw it in the roasted garlic soup, and voila, a great new dish!
Scalco notes he took his experiences from San Savino and worked them into the integrity of the restaurant adjusting the flavors slightly, since they were already a lot like the flavors at Irene’s. The cannelloni, gnocchi and pasta are all from his San Savino days, but many of the dishes that remain great favorites have been on Irene’s menu for more than a decade.
The Duck St. Phillip, a Provence-style dish, is undoubtedly one of the best duck dishes in town. Chicken Rosemarino is the next best thing to Mosca’s incomparable Chicken Grande. The Parma Prosciutto with Marinated Artichokes pairs exquisite paper-thin ham and artichokes with fresh greens and just a touch of the lightest of dressings.
The fresh fish and other seafood dishes like Crabmeat au Gratin – with its tiny broccoli flowerets, and Oysters Irene acknowledge the breadth of New Orleans’ culinary traditions. “Although our offerings represent the countryside and coasts of both Italy and Southern France along the Mediterranean, we recognize the marvelous local resources and cooking styles here,” said DiPietro, who treasures her experiences growing up in the French Quarter and has moved back. The Italian version of bouillabaisse, Cioppino often appears as a special sporting local fish and seafood.
One dish featured as a special, Salmon en Croute, is layered with a mousse made from crawfish and salmon scraps, eggs and cream. After the mousse is layered atop the salmon, there’s a layer of fresh spinach, followed by strips of roasted red pepper, then the whole thing is wrapped in puff pastry and baked.
All of the desserts are house made, including the divine cheesecake made with Creole cream cheese, bread pudding and an extraordinary flaming Baked Alaska made with sponge cake and vanilla gelato with candied fruit floating in a fiery bath of 151 proof rum and Nocello!
In addition to Nicholas, Irene’s other children, Gina and Antoinette, work in the restaurant, so the family traditions continue. From the little girl who watched her grandmother with adoring eyes, the vibrant and energetic Irene has created a place filled with sentiment and warmth, with wonderful food and an atmosphere – that to many regulars and visitors – feels like home.
Diners’ Choice Awards
Wow, we are humbled! Many thanks to you for selecting Irene’s for the OpenTable Diners’ Choice Awards in the following categories on OpenTable: Best Italian Restaurant, Best Service and Best Value.