A Steakhouse Has Banned Donald Trump (And Not Because He Likes His Steak Well Done)

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BREAKING: Donald Trump isn’t exactly a universally beloved figure when it comes to his brand of campaign rhetoric. Okay, it’s not exactly a clutch your chest and fall-to-the-floor moment to hear someone express disgust with The Donald. Heck, the last Republican to go toe-to-toe for the presidency tore into Trump with more gusto than he did versus President Barack Obama. Trump’s a divisive guy that depending on your viewpoint is either America’s only true hope or a con man bent on turning the globe into the live version of Mad Max: Fury Road.

One steakhouse is so emphatic that they can’t stomach Trump that they officially banned the 69-year-old beacon of bronze from their establishment. Jeff Ruby of Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse wanted no part of having Trump and blacklisted him from their Louisville eatery ahead of Super Tuesday. Was it because Trump likes his steak well done? Nope, it’s because his comments about, well, take your pick! Here’s Ruby explaining his beef with The Donald to Louisville Business First.

“He denigrates women. He disgraces POWs. He disparages the disabled. He badmouths anyone who disagrees with him. He claims to have never heard of (former Ku Klux Klan Grand Wizard) David Duke and he praises Vladimir Putin. He’s as presidential as Cam Newton.”

To be fair, Cam Newton doesn’t have all those controversial items on his résumé. Feels sorta weird to use Newton as the point of reference, but here we are.

Speaking of football (kinda), Trump being banned allows the White House hopeful to join some illustrious company. Surprisingly relevant in 2016 accused murderer O.J. Simpson was also given the permanent no-go from Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse.

No word yet if Trump endorser/previous customer Kid Rock is also going to get an order of cold shoulder next time he visits. Please treat yourself to this photo of Kid Rock and Jeff Ruby chomping on cigars together. It’s like something you’d see in the lobby of Kirk Van Houten’s apartment complex.

(via Grub Street)