Back in February, it was learned that the British Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak, 43 years old, of Indian origin and Hindu religion, a small, somewhat conceited man, of course, always a brush, kept a secret regarding his diet. . Every week he does absolute fasting for 36 hours, which begins at five in the afternoon on Sunday and lasts until five in the morning on Tuesday. He only ingests water, coffee and tea.
This revelation would not have greater significance, if it were not for the fact that his worst decisions – which are already innumerable – are made precisely on Mondays, in the middle of a fast.
The weight of German Chancellor Helmut Kohl was a state secret, and when he traveled he always had a reinforced chair with him to accommodate and resist the load of his large rear. The Indian Prime Minister between 2004 and 2014, Manmohan Singh, on the other hand, drank some of the first piss he took when he got up every morning, a practice that he recommended to everyone, because it was healthy.
Octogenarian Joe Biden eats the same thing he ate when he was a kid, that is, peanut butter sandwiches and spaghetti with Yankee-style bolognese sauce, which has nothing to do with the original recipe. His most likely opponent in the November presidential elections, Donald Trump, eats hamburgers and Coca-Cola from a tube.
The food tastes of the leaders are very strange, not to say capricious. On one occasion, Colonel Gaddafi, a man given to undergoing plastic surgery touch-ups, suddenly ordered the famous Brazilian surgeon he had hired in the middle of the procedure to stop, because he wanted to eat a hamburger. He quickly left the operating room, ate the hamburger, and then, satisfied, lay back down on the operating table.
Pedro Sánchez has declared that a perfectly cooked steak is an unbeatable dish, and perhaps he is right, although it is hard to believe that a few thousand Spanish vegans with the right to vote would agree with this statement. With things to eat is not played.
In the mid-eighties, a very good-looking American woman arrived in Spain, let’s say her name was Daisy, who soon discovered that every time a local heartthrob with a vocation as a Latin lover invited her to dinner, which was often, It invariably played seafood dishes washed down with plenty of wine. The diners at the other tables were usually ostentatious, plump and noisy nouveau riche accompanied by stunning blondes in high heels, who couldn’t stop smoking black tobacco and banging on the table. It took the American something like a year before she abhorred, to this day, seafood.
But after thirty years, seafood restaurants have not lost their attraction for a certain select clientele, that is, the usual ones: nouveau riche with a desire to show off, dull machos, politicians delighted to have met and, of course, rich Russians and Chinese. It would seem that Koldo García is the prototype of the man who frequents these establishments, with the now famous Madrid seafood restaurant La Chalana being his favorite.
Now, this querencia smells rancid today, a luxury from times gone by that is abhorred by the new generations, if nothing else because they don’t even charge for a calamari sandwich or some bravas accompanied by a beer.
The crash of 2008 meant a sudden change of direction on Wall Street. Some of the most veterans of the trading floor, very supportive of the good life and eager to get along with the newly arrived young algorithm wizards on an astonishing rise, mostly weak nerds, invited them to a grand dinner at a seafood restaurant. of Manhattan that would delight Koldo. There was an abundance of everything… including lobsters, crabs and gigantic steaks. But all in vain: the new masters of the universe barely ate a bite.
The world had changed, although it seems that this is not yet the case in Spain. Or maybe yes.
