Throwing salt

God forbid someone ever scrutinize my predilections when it comes to food - I don't eat pork; I don't drink soda; and I can't get enough of roaming the aisles of Whole Foods. No such luck for President Obama:

During the 2008 campaign Mr. Obama sometimes came across — and was often portrayed — as someone almost joylessly disciplined and restrained around food, and that discipline and restraint went hand in hand with an unflappability that, on occasions, made it difficult for him to connect.

It would have been fun to see the president contradict that impression and play against type when he and the first lady sat down to dinner in New York. It would have been interesting to watch him bust loose and reach for something rich, messy, decadent, gluttonous: a plate of fatty lamb ribs at Resto; some pâtés and terrines at Bar Boulud; one of the offal dishes at Babbo; that killer bone-in New York strip at Minetta Tavern; the oyster pan roast at the John Dory . . .

Sheesh. Between arugula and orange juice and fancy pants mustard, our president never seems to get it right.

Will someone hand me a right wing-approved menu, so I can know what the Real Amurikins are out there serving for dinner?

Also, I can't afford to eat at any of the aforementioned places.

h/t Atrios