The irony is, the “Obamalette” served by the Silver Diner doesn’t seem like anything the relatively-healthy-eating President (“nuts, trail mix, granola bars“) would eat. (At least include some arugula.) The man didn’t know what a half-smoke was; it’s hard to picture him eating an omelet with Italian sausage, basil, tomatoes, mozzarella and Parmesan, never mind the home fries, marinara sauce and biscuit on the side.

Similarly, the “Barack and Biden Bacon Cheeseburger” seems unacceptably generic. If you’re going to name a sandwich after Biden, it probably ought to be a grilled blue hen served in an enormous portion . . . because consuming a Bidenwich should require a big mouth.

(By the way, I laughed when I caught a bit of Biden’s appearance at one of the balls last night, when he said, “I’m not much of a dancer, but I sure like to hold her close.”)