Looking through some old things I found this June 19, 1999 issue of Cologne's / Köln's Express newspaper. Bill Clinton, whom most Germans adored (unless, of course, he had directed a cruise missile into your mother's apartment block in Belgrade—Zarko's mother), had come to town for the G-8 summit. I was in town as well, vising my friends Zarko and Anne.
After dinner and several of Cologne's signature beers (Kölsch), President Clinton stepped out of the restaurant to find a crowd of well-wishers and press. This would be a good time to emulate John Kennedy, he evidently thought, and delivered himself of what made a giant headline in the next morning's paper: Ich bin ein Kölsch. He could have said I am a Pilsner, or I am a wheat beer, or even I am a Budweiser (a citizen of the town Budweis in the Czech Republic). But since he was in Köln, and since he wasn't quite clear that a citizen of Köln is called a Kölner, he simply said Ich bin ein Kölsch.