If I could hangout with any person in the last century it would be G.K. Chesterton.  He is the winner of my coolest guy competition. He makes even Bono, my runner up, look like a booger chewing junior high kid. It is not just because of his haircut either. Chesterton has/had the incredible ability to make you believe that life is this amazing adventure where everything matters and yet very little is worth worrying about. Life was magical - a story or fairy-tale that he got to be a character in.
He seemed to view the world as an art gallery where every brushstroke and chisel-mark was an expression of the heart of ultimate artist, God. He was just an  honored guest that got to experience it all. I would love to regularly meet up with G.K. at Kilkenny’s, have some fish and chips and talk about the "art gallery". U2 would be on a small stage in the corner singing some songs as well. That’s my pub dream.