Sure, that’s proper. The caterers.
No less than, 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 exterior.
Lunch on each days for the a whole lot of members was a collection of golf-ball-sized appetizers, all of which had some kind of inventive (and, in my view, undesirable) twist. Say goodbye to sandwiches, salads and pasta bowls; that’s not how the fitting 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 principally 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 acquired 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 hen (cooked, fortunately).
