Donald Trump’s obsession with eating – or at least talking about – McDonald’s has been well-documented this election season. Back in February, he spoke with Anderson Cooper about his affection for MickeyD’s, even touting his love of a menu item that doesn’t exist – though I’m guessing when Donald Trump pulls up at the drive through, McDonald’s employees are prepared to make the billionaire whatever he’s willing to pay for. Then, earlier this month came the revelation that the Trump campaign spends more on McDonald’s than any other restaurant. The Golden Arches didn’t even pop up in Hilary Clinton’s top ten.
But I’m sure some will tell you, me included, that it’s hard to imagine the billionaire real estate mogul, who flies around on his own Boeing 757, slumming it for a Big Mac and fries. I’m not saying I don’t believe it; I’m just saying I find it hard to picture in my brain – like if I had to picture the Queen of England eating McDonalds. or Bigfoot.
So that’s what makes a single paragraph from a column published today in the Boston Herald so intriguing. Columnist Howie Carr, in writing about his time spent on The Donald’s plane, Trump One included this first-hand observation. “Before the flight from Boston to Bangor, he’d ordered lunch for the crew — McDonald’s all the way. Not an affectation like Hillary at Chipotle — he tore off the buns (‘Do you know how many calories you save that way?’) and then doused the patties with ketchup before gobbling them down.”
In those brief two sentences, any previous difficulty I had imagining Trump eating McDonald’s instantly melted away – or should I say, was blasted away as if by a flamethrower.
Pundits and psychologists alike could probably use this imagery to speculate wildly about what it tells us about Donald Trump as a person. I’m neither of those things. I’m just here to talk about food. However, I will say, after reading it, I suddenly realized I am definitely not presidential material.
[h/t The Verge]