Little-known fact about Robert De Niro: He likes his food. Big fan of it, he is. Absolutely filthy for quality tucker.
De Niro, for those of you who didn’t know, co-founded and co-owns the string of extremely highly regarded Nobu restaurants, pioneered by celebrity chef Nobu Matsuhisa. The venture started as a business collaboration in 1994 in New York City, and has since grown to include scores of restaurants and hotels around the globe in places like Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Honolulu, Beijing, London, Milan, Moscow, Monte Carlo, the Bahamas, and even here in Melbourne. They are absurdly expensive restaurants designed to attract absurdly wealthy clientele.
But, as it turns out, there’s one very rich (everyone says) bloke who will not be welcome in Nobu anytime soon: Donald Trump.
That’s right, such is De Niro’s distaste for the current President of the United States that he’s formally banned him from every Nobu location across the world.
Speaking to press outside the launch of Nobu Hotel Marbella in Spain recently, De Niro asserted that he would never let Trump into any of his Nobu restaurants, and even remarked “I don’t care what he likes. If he walked into a restaurant I was in — I’d walk out.”
‘Course this is not new for anyone who’s followed De Niro’s long-standing distaste for Trump with any great fervour; De Niro spoke at a National Board of Review gala event in January and called the President, among other things, a “fucking fool” and “the jerkoff-in-chief.”
Tell ’em, Bobby.
None of this will probably peel any skin off Trump’s nose, it should be said. Largely because Nobu more than likely doesn’t serve burnt steak with ketchup and soggy tater tots, the fuel upon which the Trump Machine functions.
Still, it’s fun-as-hell to picture De Niro stalking his restaurants like he never really left Casino, strong-arming disrespectful guests with a pair of hired goons by his side.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpDnFPYoWxw
The gaming table is America, and Trump is the bloke with his feet up. That’s the kind of quality metaphor you’ll get from ole’ CT over here on a wild Friday morning, dear friends.
