Vincent's father, Pasquale Giovanni Schiavelli, passed away when Vincent was three years old.
Due to a family tradition, Vincent would eat strawberries on his mothers birthday (August 10th).
Vincent's grandfather, Andrea Coco, was the chef for Baron Rampolla of Polizzi Generosa.
Vincent was a member of the National Honor Society while in high school.
Vincetn stood at over 6'5'' tall.
Vincent spoke fluent Sicilian.
Vincetn had one son with his first wife Allyce, Andrea Joseph Schiavelli.
Vincent's final movie was an Italian film called, Miracolo a Palermo!.
Vincent studied acting at the New York University Theatre Program.
Vincent received a James Beard Foundation Journalism Award in 2001.
Though born in the United States, Vincent eventually moved to Polizzi Generosa, Sicily where his grandfather lived before emigrating to the United States.
Vincent authored three cookbooks.
Vincent had a genetic disorder that effects the body's connective tissue known as Marfan Syndrome.
Vincent was a honorary co-chairman of the National Marfan Foundation.
Vincent was married twice: Allyce Beasley (divorced) and Carol Mukhalian.
Vincent's firstmovie role was in the 1971 film, Taking Off.
In 1997, Vanity Fair selected Vincent as one of the United States' best character actors.
Vincent Schiavelli passed away on December 26, 2005 in Italy due to lung cancer.
Vincent: Supper, a daily ritual in every household, provided a forum for exchange among the generations of family members. The food was always the centerpiece of this ritual. In addition to providing sustenance, it served to nourish our heritage. Food is, after all, edible culture.
Vincent: (on growing up in Bruculinu, Brooklyn) Growing up in this place was like having one foot in the mid-twentieth sentury United States and the other in mid-sixteenth century Sicily.
Vincent: (on being a character actor) What you get is, your face is your calling card kind of thing and you're not so famous that you can't go out.
Vincent: (on growing up in Brooklyn) In my neighborhood, you could walk down the street on Sunday morning and you could tell what town in Sicily people were from by the way the tomato sauce smelled coming out the window.