Yes, it’s true. Caterers.
At least that’s what one of the organizers told me, implying that they had to resort to a last-minute change of plans to feed the hungry attendees.
The food eventually came into the room – smuggled, some whispered – but perhaps it should have stayed outside.
On both days, lunch for the hundreds of attendees consisted of a series of golf ball-sized entrees, all of which included some sort of creative (and, in my opinion, unwanted) twist. Say goodbye to sandwiches, salads and pasta bowls; that’s not how the right wing works.
Instead, imagine a vast feast of raw fish – smoked salmon, tuna tartare; raw meat — beef carpaccio with parmesan scales and arugula; and even a mostly raw egg. Cooking is apparently only for liberals. But it wasn’t so bad, my POLITICO colleague gobbled up a plate of “tasty and tangy” pomegranate zucchini with some leaves and yellow stuff. He’s British, though, so no worries about taste.
The menu was real Looney Tunes, with a Bugs Bunny-inspired dish featuring a whole, gigantic carrot – which one conference attendee generously described as “bland” – mashed potatoes and chicken (cooked, Fortunately).
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