There’s a comedic bit about that in one of those pulp thrillers. The President keeps trying to trip up the chef by requesting weird stuff, but the kitchen always comes through. But at the end of the book, the President sits down exhausted and just asks for a grilled American cheese sandwich—but they’re out of American.
I’m sure that in reality, if they didn’t have something, they’d send a runner to go pick it up real quick. Or nowadays, maybe doordash.
The U.S. Pizza Industrial Complex solution would be to constantly have a high number of pizza orders being fulfilled by various vendors across the tri state area, filling vast salt mine vaults with a strategic pizza reserve, thereby hiding the signal amongst the noise.
Someone finally got the green light on the pizza oven in the white house project they’ve been harrassing the budget committee about for five years.
Man, I can only imagine how much specialized kitchen equipment the Whitehouse has been stocked with over time. I bet they can make fuckin’ anything
There’s a comedic bit about that in one of those pulp thrillers. The President keeps trying to trip up the chef by requesting weird stuff, but the kitchen always comes through. But at the end of the book, the President sits down exhausted and just asks for a grilled American cheese sandwich—but they’re out of American.
I’m sure that in reality, if they didn’t have something, they’d send a runner to go pick it up real quick. Or nowadays, maybe doordash.
When the president wants Thai yellow curry today and menudo tomorrow, you make it for them.
The U.S. Pizza Industrial Complex solution would be to constantly have a high number of pizza orders being fulfilled by various vendors across the tri state area, filling vast salt mine vaults with a strategic pizza reserve, thereby hiding the signal amongst the noise.