Sure, that’s proper. The caterers.
At the very least, that’s what one of many organizers advised me, hinting that they needed to resort to a last-minute change of plan to feed ravenous attendees.
Meals ultimately did make it into the venue — smuggled, some whispered — however possibly it ought to have stayed outdoors.
Lunch on each days for the tons of of individuals was a collection of golf-ball-sized appetizers, all of which had some kind of artistic (and, in my view, undesirable) twist. Say goodbye to sandwiches, salads and pasta bowls; that’s not how the precise wing rolls.
Think about as an alternative a sprawling feast of uncooked fish — smoked salmon, tuna tartare; uncooked meat — beef carpaccio with parmesan scales and arugula; and even a largely uncooked egg. Cooking meals is for liberals, apparently. It wasn’t all unhealthy although, my POLITICO colleague wolfed down a “tasty and tangy” plate of courgette with pomegranate accompanied by some leaves and yellow stuff. He’s British, although, so no accounting for style.
The menu bought actual Looney Tunes, with one Bugs Bunny-inspired dish comprising a complete, gigantic carrot — which a convention attendee generously described as “bland” — mashed potatoes and rooster (cooked, fortunately).
