This White House correspondent’s report of the President visiting a D.C. bar for a Guinness today is an instant classic:
The president, thwarting any would-be pinchers with a pale moss-green jacket that read “National Parks, America’s Best Idea,” left the White House grounds at 12:46 pm, his motorcade snaking past well-wishers down to the Dubliner and arriving there at 12:59.
A great cheer went up from patrons under a tent on the Dubliner’s sidewalk terrace. Another cheer went up from the drinkers one door down at the Irish Times.
At both spots, revelers adjusted their green schwag (your pooler was especially fond of the Leprecaun-style hats, though the green wigs and beads were nifty as well, while the shamrock face stickers looked like they would be regretted come Sunday morning) and fumbled with their smart phones to snap a photo.
One woman loudly urged the president to “sign my face.” He declined, but spent a few minutes shaking hands outside before walking into the Dubliner, past a sign that read: “He who drinks and knows his pace is always welcome in this place. But he who drinks more than his share is never welcome anywhere.”