Maybe those were some of the intel held at the Mar-a-la-la-go-go palace? Where dining is on the cheep, but seats are available for a large donation & access to your entire life, your cell phone & codes, your passport, & seven non disclosure agreements that benefit whoever we say, and at any time we can revoke the very air you breath. Otherwise, if you looking for "Fine Dining" look no further than down the street at La Goulue. Where we suck up to Trump because we have to, but we actually have good french food (and not because we shook hands with a frenchman in the seventies) & you don't have to have connections to make a reservation. Stop by after you've hopefully skipped the meal at that other place & have a real meal. Our ratatouille will bring memories of mama & papa & the dinners & the broken dishes & the tears... (Better move on to the escargots de Bourgogne) Start your night off right & give your pallet an explosion of, well, chopped snails. But they meld in your mouth. And no we do not use the famous Trump mushroom. We found it to be moldy, scarred, & flaccid. And for desert you must try our crème brûlée. And for those of you who've had to endure any direct or forced contact with the guy down the street, let us know and as a consolation, we will give you the crème brûlée on the house... You don't have to prove it... We will always believe you! Even though we know that "The truth is always in the pudding"! In this case..., "The pie"... 🤣🤣🤣 ...............................Hey... (I was bored)... Hope you don't mind. 😏 Besides... I need to laugh. This shit is getting serious! (gotten)🙄