MAGA is mega-hated

IN the left-leaning Big Apple, it’s a fashion faux pas worse than walking around in sandals with socks or donning white after Labor Day: wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat.

To see for myself, I sported the fireengine red baseball cap worn by Donald Trump on the campaign trail in liberal taverns and shops across Manhattan and Brooklyn.

I may as well have been wearing a Red Sox hat at Yankee Stadium.

At Soho’s sceney La Esquina, where celebs like Julia Roberts gobble $26 enchiladas, servers nearly lost their lunch when I showed up. “Oh my God, do you see that? Is he serious? Is he kidding me?” one waiter gasped. My companion and I were quickly shunted to an outof-sight table near a back wall.

At Sylvia’s soul-food restaurant in Harlem, my server, Patrick Bros, admitted after my meal that he was taken aback but figured, “whatever.” Nearby, folks were less diplomatic. “Don’t talk to him!” a man instructed a street vendor as I browsed along 125th Street near the Apollo Theater.

Hipsters along Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg offered a double take, a stare or a snarky remark.

“Take off that stupid f--king hat!” one skinny-jeans wearer sneered.

At high-end chapeau peddler Goorin Bros., I heard a salesman tell a colleague, “I’m losing my s--t!” as I walked in. When I asked him to hold my hat while I admired a fedora, he grimaced.

On the sidewalk near Lincoln Center, I spotted comedian Chris Rock and asked him to join me in a selfie. He raised his palm and kept on walking.