George Rector (1878–1947) was a restaurateur, raconteur and food authority who wrote several cookbooks in the 1920s and '30s. He appeared on radio on the Columbia Broadcasting SysteminDine with George Rector[1] and played himself in at least one movie, Every Day's a Holiday (1937), with Mae West.[2]
George Rector
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| Born | 1878 |
| Died | 1947 (aged 68–69) |
| Occupation | Resturanteer |
| Subject | Food |
In the introduction to his 1939 book, Home on the Range, Rector described himself as "a sort of food representative at large", as well as an "author of several books, of a series of Saturday Evening Post articles, and of a column published by 22 newspapers—been filmed—talked to the national radio audience".
Rector was born in Chicago, where his father, Charles E. Rector, ran Rector's Oyster House. He claimed his father took him out of Cornell University where he was studying law, and sent him to Paris to learn how to make a sauce for filet of sole. Doubt has been cast on parts of this story.[3]
Rector and his father ran several restaurants in New York State and Chicago. In Home on the Range, he wrote that he got his start in the business peeling potatoes and cleaning chickens in his father's kitchens.
At Rector's on Broadway in New York City, he and his father were known for serving celebrities of the 1910s. George Rector's New York Times obituary stated Rector's was "a leading resort of the theatrical, financial and social worlds of those days".[1] The restaurant closed with the coming of prohibition.
Rector's Broadway location gained fame in a 1909 Broadway musical, The Girl from Rector's.[4][5] The girl was fictional.
He was one of the first writers to mention Fettuccine Alfredo, the now ubiquitous Italian-American pasta dish.[6][7]
Rector also operated Frontier House in Lewiston, New York, which is now[when?] on the Register of Historic Places.
Rector died at Doctors Hospital, in New York City, November 26, 1947, at the age of 69.[1] His widow, Mabelle Rector, died in their Stamford, Connecticut, home less than two months later at the age of 56.[8]
This act of mixing the butter and cheese through the noodles becomes quite a ceremony when performed by Alfredo in his tiny restaurant in Rome. As busy as Alfredo is with other duties, he manages to be at each table when the waiter arrives with the platter of fettuccine to be mixed by him. As a violinist plays inspiring music, Alfredo performs the sacred ceremony with a fork and spoon of solid gold. Alfredo does not cook noodles. He does not make noodles. He achieves them.
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