I can clearly remember the first time I had a White Russian. I was at university in New York City and had gone out with a bunch of people on my floor (the dorms were in a high-rise--it was NYC!). We ended up at a hole in the wall bar (as you do) and I had never seen anything like it. Where I was from, beer was basically what bars served. The idea of a cocktail was beyond anything I knew at the time, so when I was asked what I wanted, I didn't have the slightest idea how to answer. A friend asked ... Read More