 these occasions, an element of class-based pantomime—for guests invited to eat fast-food burgers in a designer dress, it’s the fast food that is presented as a novelty, not the couture. But the culinary pleasures are real: fried chicken, famously, only gets more delicious as it cools down, and, if you hire In-N-Out and Shake Shack to do the catering at your event, they show up in person and sling their burgers fresh.

Trump’s bulk order, on the other hand, was a dinner fighting against the odds. One imagines those poor sandwiches steaming limply inside their cardboard boxes on the drive to the White House, and during the fuss over arranging them on their silver platters (with sauces sorted by type and piled high in silver gravy boats) and properly lighting the gilded candelabra. Then came the photo shoot: Trump, centered beneath a portrait of Abraham Lincoln, flinging his arms out behind this table of quick-serve abundance, in a gesture that’s equal parts ownership and invitation. There is a particular awfulness to McDonald’s or Burger King once it’s gone cold. By the time America’s greatest collegiate football players arrived, in their navy blazers and Sunday shoes, to pick up porcelain plates and work their way through this cardboard buffet, the French fries would have grown cold and mealy, the burger buns soggy, the precise half slice of American cheese on each Filet-o-Fish sandwich hardened to a tough, flavorless rectangle of yellow.

Trump’s affinity for fast food has been well documented since the earliest days of his public life. In the nineties and early two-thousands, he filmed commercials for Pizza Hut and McDonald’s. On the campaign trail, at a televised CNN town hall, he explained to Anderson Cooper that he enjoyed “a fish delight,” referring to the Filet-o-Fish. He continued, “The Big Macs are great. The Quarter Pounder. It’s great stuff.” Trump seemed to relish posing with fast food, especially the winking high-low of Instagram photos of himself eating value meals on his private plane: here’s Donald Trump grinning with a bucket of K.F.C., there’s Donald Trump grinning with a Big Mac and a cardboard sleeve of fries. His former campaign manager Corey Lewandowski
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 these_occasions, an_element of class-based pantomime—for_guests invited_to_eat fast-food_burgers_in a designer_dress, it’s the_fast food that is_presented as a_novelty,_not the couture. But the culinary pleasures are real: fried chicken, famously, only gets_more_delicious as_it_cools_down, and, if you hire_In-N-Out and Shake Shack to_do the_catering at your event, they show up in_person_and sling their_burgers fresh.

Trump’s bulk order, on the other hand, was_a dinner fighting against the odds._One imagines those_poor_sandwiches_steaming limply inside their_cardboard boxes on the drive to_the White House, and during the_fuss over arranging them on their silver_platters (with sauces sorted by type_and piled high in silver_gravy boats)_and properly lighting the gilded_candelabra. Then came_the photo_shoot: Trump, centered_beneath a portrait of Abraham Lincoln,_flinging his arms_out behind this table of quick-serve_abundance,_in a gesture_that’s_equal_parts ownership_and invitation. There_is_a particular_awfulness_to McDonald’s or Burger King once_it’s_gone cold. By the time America’s greatest_collegiate football players arrived,_in_their navy blazers and_Sunday shoes, to pick up_porcelain plates and work their way_through this_cardboard buffet,_the French fries would have grown cold and mealy, the burger_buns soggy, the precise half slice_of American cheese on_each Filet-o-Fish_sandwich_hardened to a_tough,_flavorless rectangle_of yellow.

Trump’s affinity for fast food has_been well_documented since the earliest days of_his public life. In_the_nineties and early two-thousands, he filmed_commercials for Pizza Hut and McDonald’s._On the campaign trail, at_a_televised_CNN town hall, he explained_to Anderson Cooper that he enjoyed_“a fish delight,”_referring to the Filet-o-Fish. He continued, “The_Big_Macs are great. The Quarter Pounder._It’s_great stuff.” Trump seemed to relish_posing_with_fast food, especially the winking_high-low of Instagram photos of himself_eating value meals on his private plane: here’s Donald_Trump grinning with_a bucket of K.F.C., there’s_Donald_Trump_grinning with a Big Mac and a cardboard sleeve of_fries. His_former campaign manager_Corey Lewandowski