The White Russian is back. Was it's creamy, cold deliciousness ever gone, you may ask? Marked by the Manhattan Lebowskifest last month (which I had the honor of attending with a very fine lady achiever) the Times did a big, splashy article on the festival's drink of choice: The Caucasian. It's really a great article with a great embedded video (which ludditedly has no code for me to post, damn NYT) and some fantastic tidbits. Among them:
• Jeff Dowd, the inspiration for the dude (and someone who my old boss Richard Halsey, of course, knows and introduced me to a while back) was living in Seattle in the 60's heyday of the White Russian, driving a taxi and doing a lot of “heavy hanging," and apparently took a liking to the bevvy.
• There is a White Trash Russian, which is a bottle of Yoo-hoo, half emptied and then filled with Vodka.
• During one of the early Lebowskifests, the organizers underestimated the Achiever's thirst and had to scramble for more milk, eventually buying up all supplies within a mile's radius. Now there is a mandatory "White Russian talk" with all prospective venues. Having achieved two Lebowskifests myself, I can attest that there is a sick amount of it around, served by the pitcher.
If you watch the video, one particularly talented LLUA (Little Lebowski Urban Achiever... and proud we are of all of them) has fashioned a Caucasian Kit out of a bowling bag, with a plush foamy insert cradling a bottle of milk, vodka and Kahlua.
2 comments:
this may be my favorite post ever
They hey day of the White Russian was the 60s? For some of us, it never died.
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