Comments on: A “Mafia Princess” Tells All

By: Rohn Federbush

Rohn Federbush — Sat, 29 Nov 2014 11:35:19 +0000

I hope you take up Italian. I’ve been trying to learn on my own for 15 years with Rosetta the last three. Paul and I attended six weeks of Italian at Paesano’s restaurant here in Ann Arbor. I didn’t keep up, but Paul is reading Italian now with a dictionary by his side.

Language is lost within two generations, a crime really. That’s why heritage now insists immigrants are encouraged to be bi-lingual not give up their family’s historical traditions as we Americans insisted in years past. I lost German to the II WW’s prejudices.

love your story. Let me know if we can start to say hello in Italian when next we meet. I said Come sta to our church cook and of course was greeted with a paragraph of unfathomable sounds. Learning a language is good for the brain’s health, too.

By: Jolana Malkston

Jolana Malkston — Fri, 21 Nov 2014 19:56:49 +0000

My maternal grandfather was a steelworker. The company he worked for had similar problems to your grandfather’s. It must have gotten pretty ugly. After Grandpa died, my cousin went looking for her birth certificate so she could get a Social Security card. I was helping her look through the shoeboxes filled with papers when she found a pardon for my grandfather for the crime of assault and battery. It was signed by then New York City Mayor Fiorello LaGuardia. We were shocked of course. Grandpa was a very gentle man. We noted the date on the pardon and checked at the library for any incidents that might have been in the newspapers back then. Yep. The workers fought back when the goons showed up to collect and started destroying property. Everyone was jailed, including Grandpa. No one ever mentioned it to us kids. How I would have loved to hear him tell that story!

By: Lucy Kubash

Lucy Kubash — Fri, 21 Nov 2014 04:05:44 +0000

My mother’s parents immigrated from Italy (Grandpa from Sicily, Grandma from Genoa) to Chicago where they met, married and had a small theater. Grandpa refused to pay protection money, and they ended up moving to a farm in Michigan to escape that whole scene. Story was Grandpa used to hide behind the barn when he saw the long, black cars drive by the house. I guess he always feared they would come after him and he wasn’t safe anywhere. I think most Italian-Americans had to live with similar fears and or ethnic slurs. Sad but true.

By: Jolana Malkston

Jolana Malkston — Fri, 21 Nov 2014 03:57:37 +0000

I’m glad you enjoyed it. Sometimes in life you have to yield to the absurd and just laugh about it. 🙂

By: Ines Di Lelio

Ines Di Lelio — Thu, 20 Nov 2014 15:04:37 +0000

HISTORY OF ALFREDO DI LELIO CREATOR IN 1908 OF “FETTUCCINE ALL’ALFREDO” (“FETTUCCINE ALFREDO”), NOW SERVED BY HIS NEPHEW INES DI LELIO, AT THE RESTAURANT “IL VERO ALFREDO” – “ALFREDO DI ROMA” IN ROME, PIAZZA AUGUSTO IMPERATORE 30

With reference of your article (for which I thank you), I have the pleasure to tell you the history of my grandfather Alfredo Di Lelio, who is the creator of “Fettuccine all’Alfredo” (“Fettuccine Alfredo”) in 1908 in the “trattoria” run by his mother Angelina in Rome, Piazza Rosa (Piazza disappeared in 1910 following the construction of the Galleria Colonna / Sordi). This “trattoria” of Piazza Rosa has become the “birthplace of fettuccine all’Alfredo”.
More specifically, as is well known to many people who love the “fettuccine all’Alfredo”, this famous dish in the world was invented by Alfredo Di Lelio concerned about the lack of appetite of his wife Ines, who was pregnant with my father Armando (born February 26, 1908).
Alfredo di Lelio opened his restaurant “Alfredo” in 1914 in Rome and in 1943, during the war, he sold the restaurant to others outside his family.
In 1950 Alfredo Di Lelio decided to reopen with his son Armando his restaurant in Piazza Augusto Imperatore n.30 “Il Vero Alfredo” (“Alfredo di Roma”), whose fame in the world has been strengthened by his nephew Alfredo and that now managed by me, with the famous “gold cutlery” (fork and spoon gold) donated in 1927 by two well-known American actors Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks (in gratitude for the hospitality).
See also the website of “Il Vero Alfredo”.(with news also about franchising).

I must clarify that other restaurants “Alfredo” in Rome do not belong to the family tradition of “Il Vero Alfredo – Alfredo di Roma”.
I inform you that the restaurant “Il Vero Alfredo –Alfredo di Roma” is in the registry of “Historic Shops of Excellence” of the City of Rome Capitale.
Best regards Ines Di Lelio

IN ITALIANO
STORIA DI ALFREDO DI LELIO, CREATORE DELLE “FETTUCCINE ALL’ALFREDO” (“FETTUCCINE ALFREDO”), E DELLA SUA TRADIZIONE FAMILIARE PRESSO IL RISTORANTE “IL VERO ALFREDO” (“ALFREDO DI ROMA”) IN PIAZZA AUGUSTO IMPERATORE A ROMA
Con riferimento al Vostro articolo ho il piacere di raccontarVi la storia di mio nonno Alfredo Di Lelio, inventore delle note “fettuccine all’Alfredo” (“Fettuccine Alfredo”).
Alfredo Di Lelio, nato nel settembre del 1883 a Roma in Vicolo di Santa Maria in Trastevere, cominciò a lavorare fin da ragazzo nella piccola trattoria aperta da sua madre Angelina in Piazza Rosa, un piccolo slargo (scomparso intorno al 1910) che esisteva prima della costruzione della Galleria Colonna (ora Galleria Sordi).
Il 1908 fu un anno indimenticabile per Alfredo Di Lelio: nacque, infatti, suo figlio Armando e videro contemporaneamente la luce in tale trattoria di Piazza Rosa le sue “fettuccine”, divenute poi famose in tutto il mondo. Questa trattoria è “the birthplace of fettuccine all’Alfredo”.
Alfredo Di Lelio inventò le sue “fettuccine” per dare un ricostituente naturale, a base di burro e parmigiano, a sua moglie (e mia nonna) Ines, prostrata in seguito al parto del suo primogenito (mio padre Armando). Il piatto delle “fettuccine” fu un successo familiare prima ancora di diventare il piatto che rese noto e popolare Alfredo Di Lelio, personaggio con “i baffi all’Umberto” ed i calli alle mani a forza di mischiare le sue “fettuccine” davanti ai clienti sempre più numerosi.
Nel 1914, a seguito della chiusura di detta trattoria per la scomparsa di Piazza Rosa dovuta alla costruzione della Galleria Colonna, Alfredo Di Lelio decise di trasferirsi in un locale in una via del centro di Roma, ove aprì il suo primo ristorante che gestì fino al 1943, per poi cedere l’attività a terzi estranei alla sua famiglia.
Ma l’assenza dalla scena gastronomica di Alfredo Di Lelio fu del tutto transitoria. Infatti nel 1950 riprese il controllo della sua tradizione familiare ed aprì, insieme al figlio Armando, il ristorante “Il Vero Alfredo” (noto all’estero anche come “Alfredo di Roma”) in Piazza Augusto Imperatore n.30 (cfr. http://www.ilveroalfredo.it).
Con l’avvio del nuovo ristorante Alfredo Di Lelio ottenne un forte successo di pubblico e di clienti negli anni della “dolce vita”. Successo, che, tuttora, richiama nel ristorante un flusso continuo di turisti da ogni parte del mondo per assaggiare le famose “fettuccine all’Alfredo” al doppio burro da me servite, con l’impegno di continuare nel tempo la tradizione familiare dei miei cari maestri, nonno Alfredo, mio padre Armando e mio fratello Alfredo. In particolare le fettuccine sono servite ai clienti con 2 “posate d’oro”: una forchetta ed un cucchiaio d’oro regalati nel 1927 ad Alfredo dai due noti attori americani M. Pickford e D. Fairbanks (in segno di gratitudine per l’ospitalità).
Desidero precisare che altri ristoranti “Alfredo” a Roma (come Alfredo’s Gallery o Alfredo alla Scrofa) non appartengono alla mia tradizione familiare.
Vi informo che il Ristorante “Il Vero Alfredo” è presente nell’Albo dei “Negozi Storici di Eccellenza – sezione Attività Storiche di Eccellenza” del Comune di Roma Capitale.
Grata per la Vostra attenzione ed ospitalità nel Vostro interessante blog, cordiali saluti
Ines Di Lelio

By: Jolana Malkston

Jolana Malkston — Thu, 20 Nov 2014 04:37:13 +0000

No one will ever call my crazy family bland–that’s a given. I’m not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse. It could be both. 😉

By: Melissa Keir

Melissa Keir — Thu, 20 Nov 2014 01:41:58 +0000

Sounds like you have a great friend in Carol! I wish my family ancestry was that interesting. We were bland… everyone in our town was German, British or Welsh. My family worked and ran the local quarry business. Literally, our town was known as the Sandstone Capital of the World.

By: Jolana Malkston

Jolana Malkston — Wed, 19 Nov 2014 20:26:06 +0000

Oh, I definitely forgave Carol. The whole gambit was too funny not to forgive her. 🙂 What made it so hilarious was that Carol was the type who never made waves. She was the last person I would have expected to have the sand to pull a prank like that, bless her heart.

By: Margo Hoornstra

Margo Hoornstra — Wed, 19 Nov 2014 19:32:00 +0000

I’m sure you forgave Carol, eventually. Didn’t you? Hilarious! Although I do sympathize with the guilt by association stigma many Italians suffered. It’s great that we celebrate diversity in this country, until the PC police intrudes to let us know we’re doing it ‘wrong’.

By: Jolana Malkston

Jolana Malkston — Wed, 19 Nov 2014 18:35:18 +0000

My family actually watched The Untouchables for fun. My dad didn’t take it seriously. He would entertain us by making fun of the dialogue and the actors’ phoney-sounding Sicilian accents. [The Sicilian dialect is noticeably different from Italian.] It was hilarious.