Shopping 1825-1925

Our best French Quarter museum, The Historic New Orleans Collection, has another interesting exhibit that just opened and will run for 6 months over on Royal Street. Their exhibits are free and are conveniently located just off the gift shop. The exhibit is called Goods of Every Description: Shopping in New Orleans, 1825–1925.

So much of what we ate, wore and used in this colonial city was imported from other American cities and in the case of the furniture or finer household items, quite often from European makers. One of the luxuries of being a significant port city.

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Mule-drawn streetcar model; between 1865 and 1870; silver, gold; by Zimmerman’s (New Orleans); The Historic New Orleans Collection, acquisition made possible by the Laussat Society, 2015.0464.20

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Tom Fitzmorris on Ted Brennan

From my perspective, this is exactly right. Thank you Tom Fitzmorris for giving Ted and the other Brennan boys their due.

Ted Brennan, 1948-2016.

There’s a tragic aspect to the end of every life. One hopes that the brighter qualities so outshine the darkness the the person’s life is celebrated gladly. Ted Brennan, who died on Wednesday, August 3, 2016 at the age of sixty-eight, had that balancing act pretty well accomplished.

Ted and his two brothers owned Brennan’s on Royal Street, one of the most successful, original, and loved establishments in the world history of the restaurant business. But three years before his passing he had to watch his restaurant pulled out from under him. It was a professional and personal disaster, one from which there didn’t seem to be any escape.
But Brennan’s was so much a part of Ted’s life that, even as his health gave out (Parkinson’s), he had plans in the works to open a new French Quarter restaurant with his son Teddy. It was such a reach that, frankly, I never thought I would see Ted Brennan’s On Decatur actually open. It hasn’t, yet, but all the pieces seem to be coming together for a fall opening. The plan includes Chef Lazone Randolph, the brilliant man who orchestrated the kitchen at Brennan’s for decades. I am ready to be very pleasantly surprised.
Ted was in his twenties, the youngest of Owen Brennan’s boys, when the three of them took full control of Brennan’s from their aunts and uncles in 1973. With their mother they already owned the place, having inherited it after father Owen died young in 1955. It was Owen and his siblings that had built Brennan’s into the fantastically popular and profitable restaurant it had become. (These aunts and uncles moved to Commander’s Palace, where they had to start all over again, and did-brilliantly.)
By 1973, Ted and his two brothers were already heavily involved in Brennan’s operation, and they were ready to run the establishment their way, without having to check in with Aunts Ella and Adelaide or Uncles Dick and John in every decision. The two sides of the family would never reconcile their differences.
That was okay with Ted, Pip and Jimmy. Pip eased into the nuts and bolts of general management. Jimmy became the man with the key to the wine cellar, which would become one of the best in America. Ted, with his good looks and sense of humor and hospitality, became the man standing at the entrance, making sure the VIPs and regulars were well cared for. I heard it said more than a few times that Ted most resembled his father Owen, who was one of the most convivial and best-liked hosts in New Orleans. Indeed, in almost all my meals and interviews at Brennan’s, Ted was the man I spoke with. Only once did I have dinner with the three of them at one table.
Two anecdotes about Ted and his personality: He showed up for a radio visit with me one afternoon. He walked into the studio with his finger on his lips. He pulled his hand away and shook it negatively. He pointed to his throat, then shrugged his shoulders. “What’s up?” I asked, puzzled. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on it, “I can’t talk. Laryngitis!” He can’t talk in an interview on the radio? Then he started laughing at me for falling for that.
Second anecdote: I was having dinner at Brennan’s one night, enjoying a half-dozen oysters casino. The dish is almost too simple: oysters baked on the shells with cocktail sauce and a slice of crisp bacon. Ted came up behind me and said, “Just like a stupid Irishman!” he said. “Eating oysters with hot ketchup and bacon. Hah!”
I looked up. “So why do you have it on your menu if it’s so awful?”
“Oh, no,” he said. “I like them too!” He didn’t have to tell me that he also was strongly Irish.
During their heyday from 1973 until just into the 2000s, the Brennan brothers had a simple business model. They knew it was a gold-laying goose, and they took very good care of that bird. They rarely made major changes in the menu. They were very generous with their friends and regulars. One staffer was responsible for contacting any friend of the Brennans who was having a birthday, and inviting the celebrant in for dinner.
For about ten years in the 1990s, they sent me a can of beluga caviar for Christmas every year. It would be clearly unethical for me to accept such a gift, but they wouldn’t take it when I tried to give it back. This led to my beginning a charitable dinner I would chef on Twelfth Night every year. The first of the ten courses was always beluga caviar atop savory waffles, courtesy of Brennan’s.
When we began the Eat Club dinner series in the 1990s, our first Christmas Eat Club dinner was at Brennan’s. To say that the wines and food they served us were far more valuable than what the Eat Clubbers had to pay is a gross understatement.
And then, in 2011, I was told that Brennan’s couldn’t do the Eat Club Reveillon dinner that year. Same thing next year, and forever after that. I would not have guessed that this was because Brennan’s was having financial problems. But that was the deal, all right.
And then Jimmy Brennan died. This clicked in one of several unusual agreements among the brothers as to what would happen if one of them died, retired, or otherwise left the scene. I have heard a few versions of how this worked, but most of them say that ownership in Brennan’s could not devolve to anyone other than one of the three brothers. The next development: Ted and Pip were taking legal action against one other. And then, they were all cast out, as new owners of Brennan’s cleared the deck, paying by far the highest price in the history of the New Orleans restaurant business.
And Ted was on the street. But he swore that he’d be back, with Teddy and Lazone, to re-establish his idea of what Brennan’s is supposed to me.
It gives me a sour feeling to review those desperate days for the Brennan brothers. Only Pip Brennan remains of the trio. Pip’s sons are in the restaurant business, but not here in town. I dearly hope that Teddy gets his father’s restaurant open this fall. I would give me something to smile about when I think of what happened to my friend Ted Brennan. Quel dommage!

Krewe of Cork 3 p.m. today

I’d put their route but they seem to not care to share it on their site. Seems more important to have all of their party pictures front and center.  And that they take all forms of credit cards. Priorities, after all…
Generally, it goes up Chartres crossing to Royal at Iberville and at Saint Ann to get back to Chartres.

Letter to the Editor on Royal St Mall

As a FQ resident, I am following the Royal Street pedestrian mall uproar with great interest. Here are my thoughts, also shared by some of my neighbors:

 

  1. I find the reasons for the NOPD closing the mall in the fall suspiciously close to the new arguments made by the businesses in the December letter. Shall we then assume that there was a prior conversation with the NOPD about summarily closing the mall without engaging the neighborhood associations or talking with the media first? If so, shame on you both.

 

  1. The argument against the mall for reasons of controlling terrorism are almost universally scorned by those I talk to in the Quarter. First, the LA Supreme Court sits across the street from the police station, second, the cross streets remain open and third, most people assume it would be easier for the bad guys if the street was open. Odd how other street closings have not been turned down for the same reason in any other situation or area.

 

  1. It feels like two issues are foremost for these businesses: convenience for deliveries/shoppers and reduction in the street culture that they believe negatively impacts their business. Neither of those will be solved with the loss of the pedestrian mall. As for the transient/homeless population in the Quarter, it is as large as I have ever seen it and many stay 24 hours a day on the same corner with noise and activity at high levels at all hours. It is clear to those of us who live there that the homeless and transient population problem needs more solutions and a process of its own and the dissolution of the five hour per weekday, 8 hour weekend per day mall will not alter it in the least. As for shopping, the amount of people who would find street parking is so minimal and counted against those who slowly and carefully make their way up or down Royal to shop slowly seems ludicrous.

 

  1. Statements like “the mall serves no benefit” are confounding to hear being spouted by business owners, especially those located on alleys that rely on foot traffic to reach their door. Really? No benefits at all? That sort of statement makes me believe that those against the mall have no interest in cooperating on a real solution. I hope they can listen to those of us who do find benefits to it: for example, some exciting and worthy musicians continue to use the mall to showcase the vibrancy that is the ever-changing New Orleans music scene.

 

  1. All day or night street closings in the Quarter have become constant for film productions, special events and repairs. It does not seem that these are coordinated with neighbors or businesses to control how many are closed at any one time or if one event over another should take priority. Seems to me a “heat map” of those closures and regular traffic back ups is something that a social entrepreneur may be able to help the city to collect data on to see what is really the main problem before we change 40 year old ordinance for a few businesses.

 

I’d ask that those that are in favor of this move actually openly prioritize the reasons they want this to happen and constructively work with their neighbors to solve their issues while realizing that many of us do see benefits to retain the mall.

 

D Wolnik

French Quarter

268 foot tall building on Royal?

On Thursday, November 5, developer Angelo Farrell will approach the New Orleans City Council to seek approval for a proposed 268 foot-tall hotel and condo building – which is nearly four times taller than the area’s allowed 70-foot height limit – that he intends to construct at 121 Royal Street.121_Royal_Street_250x322

Sign petition here to say no.

French Quarter’s Lalaurie house gets elegant makeover that plays to its haunted past 

The Lalaurie Mansion has been updated again and so I spent an hour rereading some of the old stories that nola.com has been gracious to offer-or one could opine that since running old articles doesn’t require paying reporters to find new stories, it is a calculated move by the old TP. Still, this story comes back to life every All Hallows’ Eve.

‘Every time I went to Lalaurie, I would say my prayers and put on the holy water. It was my perfume.’

Source: French Quarter’s Lalaurie house gets elegant makeover that plays to its haunted past | NOLA.com

Here is one of the original stories from the New Orleans Bee about the mob that destroyed the furnishings after the fire. The writing is delightfully dense and difficult for a modern reader but so fascinating still. I love this:
The whole of yesterday and the preceding day, the police jail was crowded by persons pressing forward to witness the unfortunate wretches who had escaped cruelties that would compare with those of a Domitian a Nero or a Caligula.

This story from The Daily Picayune in the 1890s shows how tabloid journalism and lurid details had become the fashion since the Bee story’s restraint:
Her manners were sweet, gracious and captivating, her voice was said to be as soft as a low strain of music; even in New Orleans she was noted for her charitable deeds, and yet – and yet – there were wild rumors that madame inflicted the most cruel torture upon her slaves, that she whipped and flogged them unmercifully; that in that splendid house behind those attic windows there were human beings chained to the floor, confined in darkness and actually starving to death And the curious door in the wall ? – well there were rumors enough about it, but they were very vague and floated about the rue Royale like a shadowy mist at evening.

Royal Street dig is underway

I talked for a few seconds to the very approachable team member who informed me that they were focusing on colonial artifacts and will gently place the later ones aside for others to peruse. This team is also doing two other digs presently, one in Treme.

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Their excellent website is found here

The owners of the site, information found on the website:

808-810 Royal St., Square 47, Lot 18525

  • From: Francois Picard To: Francois Balthzar Languille, Jan. 19, 1801 To: Francois Balthzar Languille, Jan. 1, 1808
  • From: Francois Balthzar Languille To: Pierre Maspero, Azelia Maspero, Zuline Maspero, Pierre Maspero, & Pliny L. Maspero; Jan. 3, 1828
  • From: Azelia Maspero & Zuline Maspero To: Pierre Maspero, Nov. 23, 1883
  • From: Pierre Maspero To: Emile B. Angaud, Jan. 2, 1884
  • From: Emile B. Angaud To: Henry Parlongue, Apr. 22, 1897
  • From: Henry Parlongue To: Eliza Redacher Camors Parlongue & Solidelle Lemelle Parlongue, Nov.26, 1907
  • From: Solidelle Lemelle To: Eliza Redacher Camors Parlongue, Dec. 7, 1907
  • From: Eliza Redacher To: Paul Camors, Emma Camors Musso, & Bertha Camors Angaud, Jul. 23, 1917
  • From: Emma Camors, Paul Camors, & Bertha Camors To: Joseph Petrie, Oct. 2, 1917
  • From: Joseph Petrie To: Petrie Realty Company, Inc., Jul. 12, 1927
  • From: Petrie Realty Company, Inc. To: Joseph Petrie, Dec. 2, 1935
  • From: Dorothea Reiser To: Rosa E. Petrie, Myrtle Ruth Petrie, Earl Joseph Petrie, Warren Petrie, Elaine Doris Petrie, & Joseph Petrie; Jul. 20, 1944
  • From: Joseph Petrie To: Rosa E. Petrie, Myrtle Ruth Petrie, Earl Joseph Petrie, Warren Adolph Petrie, Elaine Doris Petrie, Apr. 27, 1953
  • From: Myrtle Ruth Petrie To: Earl Joseph Petrie, Warren Adolph Petrie, Elaine Doris Petrie, & Benito Estalotte Johnson, Aug. 1, 1956
  • From: Rosa E. Petrie To: Benito E. Johnson, Aug. 8, 1956
  • From: Benito E. Johnson To: Edna Johnson Kenney, Oct. 1, 1981