Sen. John Fetterman may be allowed to dress like one slob in the halls of power, but still a capital offense in New York City’s finest restaurants.
Intrepid Post reporter Jon Levine learned that harsh truth this week when he crossed the Big Apple’s culinary landmarks in Fetterman’s hoodie, shorts and sneakers and tried to get in, only to be confronted – to the contempt and mockery of teachers with more common sense than Congress.
“It wouldn’t be allowed here,” sniffed a master at Daniel’s on the Upper East Side, where a seven-course tasting menu costs $275.
He admitted he didn’t know who Fetterman was.
“We have turned away guests for being poorly dressed, regardless of their occupation,” he continued.
At the famous Le Bernardin, a costume master named Julien was serving a stink-eye appetizer when The Post arrived.
“No sportswear,” he said flatly, eyeing The Post and denying even a bite of chef Eric Ripert’s $480 prix fixe wine and dinner menu.
The three-Michelin-starred dining room is reservation-only, but the more casual lounge is usually on offer, but not if you’re dressed like you’ve just come from Pilates class.
Le Bernardin wine director Aldo Sohm said the jackets and pants were on loan to those with Fetterman’s fashion sense.
At the two-Michelin-starred Jean-Georges near Columbus Circle, no fewer than four sentinels outside its dining room barred The Post from entering, ending the dream of tasting the famous $368 10-course tasting menu that includes caviar salad, king crab and smoked halibut.
“We don’t allow shorts inside,” said one, repeatedly insisting it would be “impossible” to avoid the dress code, which also bans jeans, sneakers and hoodies.
“Doesn’t matter if it’s Lady Gaga,” said another.
A third was so transfixed by the sacrilege of fashion, she couldn’t even finish her sentence.
“No one had ever come dressed like . . .”
the mail was authorized to use the bathroom.
Workers at The Grill, an ultra-luxe joint that occupies the legendary Four Seasons restaurant space in the city center, wasted no time rejecting the fake Fetterman, keeping the door firmly shut after seeing them.
“If I went for a pair of jeans, it would work,” offered a doorman named Don who boasted, “We treat billionaires like millionaires.”
It wasn’t all bad news for Fetterman.
The Post walked into Nobu and Gramercy Tavern without so much as a glance.
Masa, whose famous omakase sushi bar experience is over $1,000 per person, was happy to welcome us.
The senator would “absolutely” be welcome at Eleven Madison Park in all his unkempt glory, a masked staffer said.
The three-Michelin-star restaurant, whose all-vegetarian nine-course tasting menu is priced at a cool $365, said no evening gowns were expected.
“You can wear whatever. Just wear clothes.”
Fetterman is unfortunate dress code has left his congressional colleagues tearing at the seams.
Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.) booted the Senate because of recently relaxed rules to allow Fetterman’s closet, which he insists he needs for his mental health after the stroke, Senate Democratic insiders say.
“Senate no longer enforcing a dress code for senators to appease Fetterman is a shame,” Greene posted on X, before Twitter.
“The dress code is one of society’s standards that establishes etiquette and respect for our institutions. Stop lowering the bar!”
This brings us to the King Cole Bar in the stylish St. Regis Hotel: They also rejected The Post.