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Iaci’s Casa Capri

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Iaci’s Casa Capri Restaurant at 1022 Seymour Street was a Vancouver institution for more than 50 years. It closed in 1982.

Iaci’s is the house on the far left in this 1981 photo of the 1000 block Seymour Street. Courtesy CVA 779-E06.35

Story from: Vancouver Exposed: Searching for the City’s Hidden History

Rick Iaci was driving down Seymour Street one day when he was horrified to see dozens of framed photographs being thrown into a dumpster outside #1022—the house that was a family restaurant for more than 50 years. He stopped and put as many as he could into his car, and in that moment, saved a piece of Vancouver’s history.

Photo of Eva and Frank Iaci saved from the dumpster. Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller
The Iaci’s:

Frank and Eva Iaci, cousins to the Filippone’s who ran the Penthouse across the street, raised their six children in the home, and turned it into a bootlegging joint during the Depression. Eva started making plates of pasta so her customers could have something to eat while they drank. The menu was simple—spaghetti with meatballs, T-bone steak, ravioli, chicken cacciatore. A card clipped to the menu read “Dear God. Please save us from the Italian man that expects us to cook as well as his mother. How in the hell can we when his wife can’t?

Her food was so popular that the house became known as Casa Capri. The family called it #1022, locals just called it Iaci’s.

Mary and Rick Iaci, Jeannine and Ashley at the book launch for Murder by Milkshake, November 2018. Scott Alexander photo
The Castellani’s:

Iaci’s was gone by the time I arrived in Vancouver, and I first heard about it when I was researching Murder by Milkshake. Before Rene Castellani murdered his wife, he, Esther and their daughter Jeannine, would spend a few nights a week in the restaurant, helping out in the kitchen or just hanging out.

“We were at Iaci’s all the time. I don’t even know how many times a week,” says Jeannine. “We never sat in the restaurant. We were always in the kitchen where they were cooking.” When it got late, Jeannine was put to bed in Eva’s downstairs suite which also harboured the illegal booze. “When the police came in, they never checked because they saw me there, sound asleep,” she says.

The fabulous Big Fanny Annie performed at the Penthouse in the early ’70s. Courtesy Rick and Mary Iaci

Customers could park for free in the tiny lot in the back, go through the basement, climb up the stairs to the back porch and then enter through the kitchen. Someone would be there to greet them, take their coats, and find them a seat in one of the three small front rooms, where they could check out the Iaci’s old wedding photos or framed covers of Life and Look magazines.

Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller
The washroom:

Rick remembers the bathroom being covered in stock certificates. One night a broker was using the facilities when he noticed that one of the old stocks was worth money. “They took down half the wall to get it,” says Rick. The magazine covers went up after that.

Casa Capri was the place to go for anyone looking for a good meal and a drink late at night. After performing at the Palomar or the Cave stars such as Dean Martin, Red Skelton, Tom Jones, Louis Armstrong, and Sonny and Cher would head to Iaci’s with an autographed photo made out to one of the family members—usually one of Eva’s daughters—Koko, Teenie and Toots.

Signed to Tootsie and Teenie from the Mills Brothers. Courtesy Rick Iaci and Ashley Waller

Rick is now the guardian for the old photos. He spent every Saturday night for more than ten years at Casa Capri, sometimes as the bartender when the regular guy didn’t turn up. Once he asked Eva why they were using Tang in the Vodka and orange juice. She told him: “If it’s good enough for the astronauts, it’s good enough for our customers.”

The Kim Sisters performed at the Cave in 1966. Courtesy Rick and Mary Iaci

In 2005, Eva and Frank Iaci were posthumously inducted into the BC Restaurant Hall of Fame.

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27 comments on “Iaci’s Casa Capri”

I ate at Iaci’s a number of times and you always felt like you were sitting in someone’s living room. Good food, great atmosphere. My Mother lived at 953 Homer 1939-40 and told me it was common for the place to be raided by police. Thank goodness those pictures were saved.

I am little confused why when Iaci’s closed all the pics were not taken at that time. Possibly some that could indict one of the patrons or eleminate the existance of another. I am thinking of “the bikini babe” Donna who was murderd.
Also I went to Eric Hamber with kids from both families in my grade 68-73. . Ken Iaci who, cooking in his blood went on to a steller career with Bud Kanke at both The Cannery and Joe Fortes. And Rosemary Philippone or Filippone I got married to in grade 10. I should add that was in Drama class. Sorry to those who thoughtthey had a new scoop. No doubt one is out there . I believe I touched on one earlier. Where is that Gentile brother? Families stick together usually.

I went there any times with my husband. It felt like coming home. The food was incredible. It was one of our favourite restaurants. I’m glad some of the pictures were retrieved.

Oh yes, great memories in the 50s and 60s dining at Iacis. Such a colorful family. The best pasta ever! So happy these photos were saved. I have one taken there with some girlfriends.

My great grandparents lived at Seymour and Nelson.
Foncie Pulice the famed Vancouver Street photographer was their son. ( my great uncle)
My grandmother,Foncie’s sister was Rose Custock.
Eva Iaci and my grandmother were best friends.
Eva was my dad Joe Custock’s Godmother.
Ross Filippone was his Godfather.
I worked at Iacis as a busboy 1973 thru 1975 and have fond memories of the Iaci family.
We had many family parties that included the Iaci’s, many of those parties were in basement of Iacis Casa Capri.
Eva taught me how to make fettuccine Alfredo and Veal Parmigiana, her specialty orders.
Good memories and great food.

Funny you should mention Foncie – and thank you for this great story! Joseph Iaci, as I’m sure you know, lived next door and hired Foncie as a street photographer. The story is in Murder by Milkshake, but I’ll write it up in an upcoming blog.

I am looking for an old friend called Gina Carveth. She was a family memeber. When we were kids we used to go there and sit in the kitchen and eat veal. I think her Grandmother was the cook. Any body have any ideas how I could find her. She got married and had a daughter named Maria. I heard she accepted an award for the family and the pic was on the net but I can’t find it.

Hi Kathy, I’m doing the Iaci family tree for my sister-in-law and I can’t figure out who Gina’s parents were—Rose (Koko)(with Donald Volpert or Victor Dalfo) , Lucy Ann (Toots), Frank (with Dena or Marjorie) or Benito Salvatore? Can you help me with this please. Thanks Joan

I always thought that it was the house my Great-Grandparents lived in during the early 1900’s, but they were in #1026 and a photo I have of them in front of the house shows a sloped front porch roof and the two upstairs windows but not an attic window – that could have been added later. The only house who facade almost matches my Gr. Grandparents is the restaurant. In my photo there are no houses to the left and possibly not to the right – early days in Vancouver. When I lived in Vancouver in the mid 1980’s, their house was also a restaurant but I don’t remember the name of it.

So glad someone found all the framed photos…. but no mention in the story about how/why they may have been tossed away. Why wouldn’t any family members have taken them when the business closed down? Eve, could you ask Rick Laci? And then let us know?

Thanks for this story, Eve. I appreciated reading about the connection to many well known Italian immigrants. My late husband and I were engaged at Iaci’s Feb 14, 1976.

Love that place had my 12 birthday there will never forget the sisters singing to me and sitting out on the stairs with Frank.My sisters where good friends with the family and who can forget the losers table by the kitchen lol miss it need more places like that best food and atmosphere

Thanks for this! In the Fall of ‘76, pregnant, got all dressed up, went there for dinner. Husband forgot wallet, I had a chequebook in my purse. We had to go downstairs to speak to Mama. We were petrified, but after looking us over, she let us write the cheque. What a memory!

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