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A Toast to a new Old Fashioned

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There is a new twist to the Old Fashioned.

 
You can take it with you.
Like beer. Cheese
Or any other iconic components of Wisconsin food culture.

 
The Brandy Old Fashioned is a staple of the Wisconsin Supper Club landscape.  Timothy Pappin and his nephew Ryan Mijal have now rolled out the barrel with “Arty’s,”  an Old Fashioned in a bottle.

 

They came up with the zany motto “It’s not a party without Arty’s!” although there is no real Arty.
The imagery works.

 
I had my first Arty’s over the summer at a Wisconsin Timber Rattlers Midwest League baseball game outside of Appleton. I pictured an old frosty dude named Arty making the concoction in the basement of his Wisconsin home. The name Arty’s comes from the “R” in Ryan’s name and the “T” in Tim’s name.

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“You don’t know any Arty’s today but I knew there was enough Wisconsin Old Fashioned drinkers to make the drink convenient,” Pappin said in a late summer interview. “Instead of having to muddle, slice, carry fruit, having bitters and all that. If somebody was going to a Packer tail gate or camping, they could grab a six pack of Old Fashioneds. It’s an alternative to flavored and regular beers.”

 

Arty’s markets three flavors: Brandy Old Fashioned Sweet, Whiskey Old Fashioned Sour, and Whiskey Old Fashioned Sweet.

 
Pappin, 49, grew up in the sweet supper club environment

 
During the mid-1970s his parents Richard and Margaret Pappin owned the Embers Supper Club in downtown Clintonville, Wis.

 

“My Dad had a regular job as materials manager for Seagrave Fire Truck,” Pappin said. “They had the supper club on the side. So Friday nights after work he would bartend and my Mom would hostess. I would ride my bike there, go behind the bar and wash glasses and eat all the cherries.

 
“This was when people smoked and it was just all the supper club feel. My Dad wore turtlenecks and sport coats. The fire truck corporation was a large employer for the town and a colorful bunch of workers would frequent the supper club. I was 12 years old and I’d watch everyone  getting happy and my Mother would always order a Brandy Old Fashioned. I thought, ‘Wow, that’s interesting,’.”

 

Pa Pappin at his supper club (Courtesy of Tim Pappin)

Pa Pappin at his supper club (Courtesy of Tim Pappin)

 

Everyone has a thought on why the Old Fashioned is the Wisconsin state cocktail.
Here is Pappin’s theory:
“It had to do with the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair. Korbel Brandy came there. People from Wisconsin brought that brandy back and created that cocktail. It hooked itself into Wisconsin lifestyle. I don’t know if it has anything to do with German heritage. It is very similar to the Mint Julep in Kentucky, the Hurricane in New Orleans or Margaritas in the Southwest. But once anybody drinks an Old Fashioned, they go ‘This is delicious’.”
This is what happened in the summer of 2010 when Pappin and Mijal were hanging out at the family’s lake property about 45 miles Northwest of Appleton, Wis.

“We would spend our free time there on the lake,” he said. “Or hanging around the taverns around the lake. In 2010  I was with my nephew, who was then in his mid-twenties.  I didn’t feel like having a beer that evening so I ordered a Brandy Old Fashioned. He had never had one before.”
Gave it a shot, so to speak.
He loved it. “So we made an evening out of it,” he said. “It was a weekend and came out into the living room of the cottage the next day. We were getting the cobwebs out and I looked at him and said, ‘Let me grab another Old Fashioned out of the refrigerator.’ That was the a-ha moment, like ‘This would be something kind of simple’.” We figured somebody had to be doing this. This is Wisconsin.”

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The young men recreated that old fashioned night a couple weeks later that summer.

“We were on a pontoon boat and elbowed each other and said, ‘What a great place for a quick Old Fashioned.’ It evolved into ‘This is making too much sense’.”
Research was done and it was found no one was making a ready to drink Old Fashioned.
“There are plenty of mixes out there,” Pappin explained. “My formative years were in Wisconsin and I moved out of the state when I was 14.” He has since lived in 12 different states and cities like Kansas City, Mo. and Los Angeles.
“I never heard anybody order an Old Fashioned,” he said. “Or if I tried to in later years, you’d get a real nasty Manhattan.”

At the age of 30 Pappin opened a sports bar and grill in Tucson, Az. He recalled, “I thought I’d bring a little bit of Wisconsin to Arizona. So I had brats and I had the Old Fashioned. Down there you would get  people from Wisconsin and other people would ask about them. I got a following in that bar and I knew there was something unique. First it’s a delicious drink if you drink cocktails. I’m a beer guy, but I knew there was this tradition of the Old Fashioned from people who wintered into Arizona.”
Pappin grasped the old fashioned fascination for  marketing purposes

He said, “The idea was to put it in a glass bottle and our motto is ‘Tip Your Bottle Once or Twice, Always Better Over Ice,’ but one of the biggest surprises is that people put them in their cooler and would drink them straight out of the bottle. I never even thought about that. I probably see as many people drinking them straight out of the bottle as I do over a cup of ice.”
Pappin has been astonished by the response.

Lambeau Field tailgating with Arty's, Sept. 2013 (Courtesy of Arty's)

Lambeau Field tailgating with Arty’s, Sept. 2013 (Courtesy of Arty’s)

“We hodge-podged this process together because I wasn’t sure if it would be accepted,” he explained. “With the tradition, ‘You can’t put an Old Fashioned in a bottle, in Wisconsin it has to be muddled. And there’s still some people who say that.”

Arty’s strongest market is the Appleton-Green Bay area, although it is spreading out through Wisconsin.

The Chicago area may be coming.

“We’ve all seen malt beverages, but nothing has ever been made that is liquor based like this for an Old Fashioned in Wisconsin,” said Andy Kriz, Non-alcohol and liquor brand manager for Lee Beverage, which distributes Arty’s. “It’s important to be the first one of a new idea or concept in the market. Nobody remembers who came in second.”

Arty’s retails at $8.99 for a six pack of 7-0unce bottles.

Pappin said, “Retailers didn’t know where to put us. Some of them have us in the beer aisle. Some have us in the liquor aisle. Some have us in the ready-to-drink aisle. Because there’s nothing else out there like it.”

Kriz was sold on the quality. “It is spot on for flavor,” he said. “It is real whiskey and brandy. Its real bitters. And real 7-up and Squirt. And carbonated in a seven ounce bottle.”

It took time to put Arty’s in motion.

Pappin visited a couple of micro distilleries. They were supportive but they didn’t have the equipment to bust out a cocktail.

“They were all equipped to do their vodka or whiskey in 750 millliiters –not in a ready to drink 7 ounce bottle,” he said. ” I found a couple Midwest bottling operations but you had to have a half a million bottle run or $100,000 order, but we were nowhere near that. We were just the little guy starting out.
“So I thought, ‘Heck with it, let’s do it ourselves.”
The two-man Arty’s team rented the gutted Last Chance Cafe in Clove Leaf Lakes, Wis. for six months .

“I needed an address just to start all the legalities to get into the distilled spirits industry,” Pappiin said. “There was no toilet, no running water in there. By April 2012, we got all our approvals.”

Pappin and Mijal spent 2010-12 experimenting with formulas  and recipes, before arriving at a genuine Wisconsin Old Fashioned with “a minor secret,” according to Pappin. “It came after six months of three Old Fashioneds a night,” he said. “Because you can’t do more than that because they all start tasting good.”

 

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Friends and neighbors were the happy test group.

Kriz said, “It is more than popular. We will do over 10,000 cases of the item this year, just set out of an office in Oshkosh and another one in the western part of the state near Eau Claire. It is one thing to get the product out of the shelf for people to try it. The proof is the re-buys and brand loyalty. If the liquor wasn’t good, we wouldn’t be seeing all the re-buys.”
Pappin said one of the first product names was The Old Fashioned Old Fashioned.

But that doesn’t do justice to the new wave of heartland drinking.

Hot Times at the Fire House Supper Club

 

 

Hostesses who were matches at the Fire House

Hostesses who were matches at the Fire House

 

 

Now, this had to be a smokin’ supper club.

The Ruth Culver Community Library, 540 Water St. in Prairie du Sac, Wi. is in the former location of the Fire House Supper Club. Want more bang for your bite?
The Blue Spoon Cafe’, next door to the library at 550 Water St. in downtown Prairie du Sac is the only restaurant created and owned by the Culver’s franchise that isn’t a Culver’s. The soup-sandwich-wine cafe overlooks the Wisconsin River.
I will be talking about the Supper Club Book and showing book photos at 6 p.m. Oct. 18 at the Culver library. Joining me will be Rex and Bette Boss, the former owners of the Fire House Supper Club. Cheese spread and crackers, veggies and dip will be served with iced tea and lemonade.
Admission is free.

BYOB (Butter)

 

Prairie du Sac is about 30 miles northwest of Madison, off the Highway 60 on 90/94 towards the Dells.
For my Madison friends, expect a post-talk-talk at Genna’s, 105 W. Main St. near the state capitol building.
I’m sure I will soon know more about the Fire House Supper Club, but I did find a commemorative Facebook page that also placed the Fire House down the road in Janesville between 1972-75. The pictures reminded me of the Gaslight clubs in Chicago.

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Apparently, there was also live music, a staple of 1970s supper clubs: dining music from The John K. Duo.
Should be a fun getaway trip.
Ruth and George Culver opened the first Culver’s Frozen Custard and Butter Burgers in July, 1984 on U.S. Highway 12 in Sauk City, Wis. Today there are 475 Culver restaurants across the United States.

But there were only one–or two–Fire House Supper Clubs.





 

 

The Oldest Supper Club Piano Player in America

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NEW YORK, N.Y..—Irving Fields touches the soul when he plays the piano at Nino’s Tuscany, 117 W. 58th St, a block from Central Park.

It was a mellow Thursday night in late July, 2012 and Fields was dealing out songs like “Sentimental Journey” and “As Time Goes By.”

This was appropriate stuff.

At age 96, Fields was the oldest piano player in New York.
“I’m the oldest piano player anywhere,” he crowed during a break a month before his 97th  birthday.

He turns 98 years old on Aug. 4, 2013.

You might say he plays in the keys of black and Betty White.

Fields is regarded as the father of “The Supper Club Trio” sound in New York City. “A traditional trio was violin, guitar and a piano,” he said. “I pioneered a new supper club trio sound of drums, piano and bass. Because you could play dance music that way. We didn’t play loud.

“I played the El Morocco Supper Club (154 E. 54th St., filled with blue zebra stripes). The Latin Quarter was a nightclub. Supper clubs were more exclusive and more action on the food. Nightclubs were more action on the entertainment. When I was at the Mermaid Room of the Park Sheraton Hotel (1950 to 1968) it was a piano bar, but we had 250 people around the bar. My trio was on a pedestal that turned around slowly so people could see every angle of the piano. I was broadcast on coast to coast radio three times a week on CBS Mutual. From there I went to Las Vegas and played the Sands, the Thunderbird, and the Flamingo.

“I played the Copacabana, I would call that a nightclub because they had tremendous entertainment. But they had great food. At midnight they would have Chinese food because people got hungry from drinking so much. Jilly’s was a combination of a supper club and a hang out. Sinatra went there all the time.”

Jilly’s ran from 1952 until the mid-1970s at 256 W. 52nd at Eighth Avenue. The club was named after the late Jilly Rizzo, who was Sinatra’s best friend and body guard. It was a narrow 20-seat saloon and supper club that also attracted Johnny Carson, Quincy Jones, the Kennedy clan and Marilyn Monroe.
Those are just desserts.

A dinner table anchored with a “Reserved for Sinatra” sign defined the rear of the restaurant. The chairman enjoyed the Chinese cuisine of Chef Howie Yee. He cooked out of a wok in the tavern’s basement and Sinatra always ordered chow mein.

Fields looked around the intimate Nino’s and said, “I would call this an elegant supper club, yes I would. But it is open for lunch. I could never understand why they called them supper clubs. If you have supper, what about dinner? Why don’t you call it a dinner club?

“Maybe supper is a nice name.”

Nino’s is a popular steakhouse around Central Park. Fields performed on a Yamaha piano in front of a framed painting of a cow. Slabs of steaks were in the front window. Fields has always had good luck with food. In 1959 he sold more than 2 million copies of “Bagels & Bongos,” which he recorded with his trio for Decca Records. So, in 1960 he recorded “More Bagels & Bongos” and later the Latin-tinged “Bikinis and Bongos.” Fields even set “Bei Mir Bist Du Schoren” to a Mambo beat.

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His muse was the Cuban bandleader Xavier Cugat (1900-1990).  “He came to her me and he starts talking to me in Spanish,” Fields recalled. “ I say, ‘I’m sorry I don’t speak Spanish.’ So he says, ‘You are not Cuban? You are not Puerto Rican? You play like a Cuban. He thought I was Cuban because I played authentic Latin music. I was in Havana in 1946 and went crazy about Latin music. I was on a cruise ship. I was on RCA Victor. I recorded ‘Miami Beach Rhumba’ which Woody Allen has in many movies. Then I wrote ‘Managua Nicaragua.’ Guy Lombardo and Freddy Martin had number one hits with “Managua Nicaragua,” which Fields wrote from the appetizing riff of the Cuban classic “The Peanut Vendor,” popularized in 1947 by Stan Kenton.

Fields said he knows thousands of songs and has recorded more than 80 albums. His fans included Barbara Walters, Regis Philbin and Donald Trump. The big-haired real estate mogul delivered a blurb for Fields’ 2012 memoir “The Melody of My Life” ($24.98; www.irvingfields.net.) The Donald wrote in part, “Irving has said that work is a blessing, especially when you like your work. He loves his work……”

“Donald is my friend,” Fields said with New York pride. “He sends me letters. He says I’m his favorite piano player. Tony Bennett comes in. He goes straight to the back and has dinner without any fanfare. I play all his songs. The physical set up of this place is not like doing a show. When I do a show or concert my act is like Victor Borge. I sing, I tell jokes. Here I don’t sing. Who is going to hear it? Most people can’t see me. This is an intimate place. I play requests. This place calls for piano music. My favorite song is not my favorite request. My favorite song is ‘The Pearl Fishers.’ I make the piano sound like a mandolin. I trill it. You think you are in Italy. The Pearl Fishers’ is an aria from the (Georges Bizet) opera.”

Fields was born in New York City. His father, Max, was a carpenter who moved the family to Coney Island when Fields was young.

Fields met his current wife Ruth in 1979 when he was playing at the Granit Hotel in New Hampshire.

“We had 1,500 people coming every weekend,” he said, “The average age of the people were deceased. I was looking for a nice young girl. In comes these two gorgeous blonds,” and he nodded to Ruth, who was sitting across the supper table. “She and her friend Elaine.”

Ruth said, “I was living in the Brooklyn area. I didn’t know who he was.” After Fields’ set ended around midnight he sat down with Ruth and they shared  jokes. “Every time I told a joke she topped me with a better joke,” he said with a smile. “We were telling jokes until four in the morning. It was a pleasure being with this girl.”

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Irving & Ruth, Summer of 2012

 

 

Ruth returned to hear Fields the next night. The Brooklyn native said, “I didn’t know who he was frankly, so I didn’t have time to be impressed. But he was very interesting.” Fields was 63 years old when he met Ruth. Time gets shorter as life gets longer. Do you know that song?

Fields immediately asked her on a 80-day cruise ship gig. She took a pass saying she needed some time. But Ruth offered to house sit the Central Park South apartment Fields has lived in since 1964. “I missed her like mad,” he said. The couple was married on June 6, 1982.

 

Perhaps the best way to sign off on this ode to the Big Apple supper club scene is with another story about food. Ruth said, “Tell him about the cheesecake.” Fields said, “What?” Raising her voice a bit Ruth repeated, “The cheesecake!”

Fields complied and said, “I’m riding my bicycle along the Hudson River. I like to see the ships along the water. That morning I had a delicious strawberry cheesecake with my breakfast at Lindy’s (the iconic deli at 825 7th Ave. at 53rd St.) I thought about that cake all morning while I was on the bicycle. There were speed bumps in the sidewalk. They went ‘bumpety bump, bumpety bump’. I thought, ‘Gee, that’s a nice rhythm.’ So I started writing a melody in my mind with that rhythm. I put cheesecake, cheesecake into the words.”

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A Grade A cut of supper club music

 

Fields liked the tune so much he recorded a demo. Just as the demo session wound down a black drummer told Fields he did a mean impression of legendary jazz trumpet player-vocalist Louis Armstrong. The New Orleans-born Armstrong also was a food devotee, who often signed his letters, “Red beans and nicely yours.”

“The drummer started singing ‘Cheesecake, cheesecake’,” Fields recalled. “So I go to Joe Glazer, who was Louis Armstrong’s manager. I told him I had a hell of a song for him. He was a rough guy. But then he heard it, ‘Cheesecake, cheesecake’ and asked if I stole Louis Armstrong from him.”

A week later, Armstrong himself recorded “Cheesecake.” It debuted on his 1966 album “Louis” that delivered Armstrong’s crossover hit “Mame.”

The ride has been smooth for Irving Fields, a stylish gentleman who understands that supper is always a nice name.

Hot times at Smoky’s Club

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Johnny Widdicombe on bass, David Hanson on keyboards (Photo by Tom Schmock)

I was impressed Eleanor Peterson of WUWM (89.7, NPR) Lake Effect in Milwaukee would drive from Milwaukee to conduct an interview during my June 19 book signing at Smoky’s Club in Madison.

But then a supper club is all about destination.

Here is her interview. I apologize for being distracted by the people dancing to The Michael Hanson Trio.

And it was only 6 p.m. on a Wednesday.

The trio was perfect for a supper club setting. The bass-keyboards-drums combo personalized “You Are My Sunshine” with supper club lyrics and dedicated “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes” to Janet Schmock, the late bride of founder Smoky Schmock. The elegant Mrs. Schmock was holding court at a table across from the band.

And then lots of folks got up to dance to Big Joe Turner’s “Shake, Rattle and Roll” which was steered by the nimble bass playing of Widdicombe, who studied double bass with Rufus Reid and the great Charles “Truck” Parham. Parham, who died in 2002, was a Roy Eldridge sideman and played football with the Chicago Negro All-Stars.

Barb Schmock dances with Wisconsin family friends.

Barb Schmock dances with Wisconsin family friends.

Conversation flows like Old Fashioneds at a good supper club and Smoky’s is no exception.

I learned that Peterson is working on a thesis about 1940s and 1950s radio shows in Minnesota that feature western/folk/country music. Her grandfather had his own radio show in southeastern Minnesota during that time, so she is using his show as a vehicle to explore other shows around the state. Maybe you can help her out.

Here is Eleanor’s text:

It’s a Friday night – or it will be in a few hours – and you’re looking for a place to eat. Some place that you want to escape to, to have a nice, filling meal, a refreshing drink or two, and conversation. Fast food or a lively chain restaurant just doesn’t sound like it will hit the spot.

The Wisconsin solution might be a supper club.

Supper clubs, known for their Friday night Fish Frys, Saturday night Steak Dinners, full bar, linen napkins, and dim lighting, are a temporary escape into the past. Often there is entertainment of some sort, making a meal into an all-night affair. Certainly, there is no room for dine-and-dash.

Chicago Sun-Times writer Dave Hoekstra ate at these places while traveling around Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, and Michigan, looking for the next story and his next meal. He felt it was time to write about these Midwest treasures in his newest book The Supper Club Book.

Supper clubs began in Beverly Hills by Milwaukee native Lawrence Frank in the 1930s, but they flourished in the Midwest. When people went to supper clubs, it was not a “dine and dash;” it was an all-night affair. The night would be filled with cocktails, a steak dinner, entertainment, and more drinks to round out the night. However, with the development of smoking and drinking laws, the all-night tradition has adjusted accordingly.

According to Hoekstra, supper clubs must have certain characteristics to be a traditional supper club: a dark, eclectic setting, Fish Fry Fridays, Steak Dinner Saturdays, linen napkins, and relish trays. Originally, the men were expected to wear ties and the women were expected to wear heels. However, supper clubs are not stagnant; they are evolving in order to stay around.

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Eleanor Peterson and her media-shy subject. (Photo by Jon Sall)

Hoekstra says supper clubs are more than about the food: it is about the ability to escape for a little bit, the atmosphere, and the sense of community.

“It underscores a sense of community,” Hoekstra says. “The one theme about all these things is a sense of place and how important a sense of place really is. A sense of belonging, you see that in a lot of these places.”

You’ll often see the same families going to a particular supper club for decades. Tom Schmock, second-generation owner of Smoky’s Club in Madison, says while a new base of clientele is frequenting the club as a throwback, much of his business relies on his regulars.

Smoky’s Club is a perfect example of what makes for a true supper club. Located close to the University of Wisconsin campus, Smoky’s has only relocated once and recently celebrated its 60th anniversary.

The décor of the club is a mixture of the northern Wisconsin woods and miscellaneous accouterments. The dining areas are lined with stuffed fish that Schmock says is from a family mortuary that went out of business over ten years ago. The miscellany that helps make Smoky’s what it is are the sousaphone from the UW Marching Band, the steer skull, and the room of aviation photographs.

During the anniversary party, Schmock, the son of the original owners Leonard “Smoky” and Janet Schmock, visited with guests and snapped pictures of customers dancing to the Michael Hanson Trio. Patrons and the friendly wait staff swapped their fond Smoky’s memories.

It’s people like Schmock who inspired Hoekstra to write the book and tell their stories. For example, he met Ozzie, the dishwasher at Smoky’s who has been cleaning dishes since the 1960s even though he lost his eyesight over the years.

Another person who stands out is Cossette at Minneapolis’ Jax Supper Club, who embroiders matchbooks while the customers are eating, giving the customers a little souvenir of their experience at Jax.

As Hoekstra says, these aren’t exactly the people, stories and experiences you can find easily at any regular restaurant or fast food chain.