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Worst Food Faux Pas: Donald Trump's steaks or George H.W. Bush barfing?

Eating shouldn’t be as difficult as it is. We all need to do it stay alive, yet every meal is a physical and psychological minefield—and that’s if you’re a normal person. Politicians face these same struggles while surrounded by a press gaggle and the eyes of the entire nation. Sometimes a normal meal goes bad. These are the worst of the worst. In our final match-up, we've got Donald Trump's over-cooked, over-ketchuped steaks against George H.W. Bush's icky tummy. Which is the worst?

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So, who do you think committed the biggest Food Faux Pas? Vote now in our final round and look back at the eliminations below.

#VoteTrumpSteaks

President Donald Trump has very specific taste in food. Specific, and many would claim, bad. Juvenile. Infantile. As we've all learned from the "Real Housewives" franchise, money cannot buy you taste.

Shortly after he won the presidency, Trump visited the steakhouse in his hotel in Washington D.C. and ordered...well, we'll let Helen Rosner from Eater say it:

Independent Journal Review reporter Benny Johnson was tipped off in advance to Trump’s dinner plans, and reserved a table where he could observe the President’s order of a $54 dry-aged New York strip well-done — not to mention confirmation from an anonymous server that the leader of the free world doused the whole thing in ketchup.

Just a tough, tasteless slab of meat covered in ketchup. It feels like there may be a metaphor there, but we'll leave that up to you.

#VoteBushBarf

Who among us has not experienced that horrible moment, that white-hot panic, that eye-watering fear when you realize, "Oh God, I'm about to vomit"? It's a moment that requires quick reflexes and even quicker thinking. Can you hold it in? Is this real or psychosomatic? Can you make it to the bathroom or do you have to pull the ripcord at a trashcan?

And presidents, like stars, are just like the rest of us. They get the stomach flu, too. And what do you do when you realize you're about to lose your lunch when you're seated next to the prime minister of Japan? If you're George H.W. Bush, you just let it go. Here's how Newsweek reported on the incident in 1992.

Between the second course (raw salmon with caviar) and the third (grilled beef with peppery sauce), the president pushed back in his chair and fainted. His chin slumped to his chest, his body reeled to his left, and he vomited onto the pants of his host, Prime Minister Kiichi Miyazawa. Horrified, Barbara Bush leaped to her feet and held a napkin to her husband's mouth, and a Secret Service agent vaulted over the table to catch the president before he tumbled. As Prime Minister Miyazawa cradled the head of his guest, Bush's entourage gently lowered him to the floor. The president's eyes fluttered open, and he quipped to his personal physician, Dr. Burton Lee, "Roll me under the table until the dinner's over." The panicky moment passed; within a few minutes, Bush was on his feet, white as a sheet, but gamely smiling.
FINAL RESULTS
Politics
Worst Food Faux Pas: Donald Trump's steaks or George H.W. Bush barfing?
A festive crown for the winner
#VoteTrumpSteaks
#VoteBushBarf