The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 2371

Chicken Tart or Pie a la Rigolo

Tarte de Poulet a la Rigolo

Cut up a pound and a half young chicken into four pieces, bone these and season with salt and pepper; saute them colorless in butter with fresh mushrooms and a tablespoonful of onion, each chopped up separately; when the whole is fried add a tablespoonful of flour, mix well and moisten with stock (No. 194a); boil, skim and simmer until thoroughly cooked, then add some imitation cocks'-combs made of beef's palate and cocks' kidneys, a broiled sliced sausage having the skin removed and the gizzard cooked and cut in quarter-inch squares, seasoning with salt, pepper and chopped parsley. Make a few quenelles with the chopped chicken livers, season well and mix in some bread-crumbs and raw egg-yolk; roll this preparation into balls, three-quarters of an inch in diameter. Fill a deep pie dish (Fig. 183) with the above chicken stew, dropping the balls among it, also some small hard-boiled egg-yolk balls; finish the pie the same as pie a la Manhattan (No. 2370).

For the Modern Kitchen

Ranhofer's chicken pie is a fricassee under a pastry lid, and the whole point of it is a collection of garnishes that a modern butcher will not have on hand. Everything here is workable if you decide early what you are actually going to put in the dish.

A Little History

This is from Charles Ranhofer's The Epicurean (1894), the enormous compendium he assembled after decades as chef of Delmonico's in New York, and it sits in a run of chicken pies — Manhattan, Rigolo, Australian style — that shows how a restaurant kitchen spun variations off a single technique. The garnish list is the tell: combs, cocks' kidneys, beef palate and gizzard were the small offal that a professional kitchen breaking down whole birds and whole animals had to hand daily, and using them was thrift as much as luxury. "Rigolo" is French slang for funny or droll, and Ranhofer, like many chefs of his generation, attached such names freely to house creations without explanation; no documented origin for this particular title survives. What the recipe records is a moment when American fine dining was French in vocabulary and technique but built on whatever the market delivered — hence the substitution of scored beef palate for real cockscombs, written into the recipe as though it were the normal thing to do, which by then it was.