Birthday White Russians
Birthday was cool, with added bonus that I could stretch it out for 36 hours because of the time difference at home. “But it’s still my birthday” - you know how it goes. Abby and I went out for a meal at a Brazilian restaurant called Wildfire. Very meat-based; not so great for the vegetarians but it’s great. Basically you sit there while waiters come round with skewers loaded with different barbequed chunks of meat.
Then we went boozing in the Minus 5 bar, “a unique experience that will chill your bones and delight your senses.” Don’t know about that but it was feckin cold. You get kitted out in enormous Parkas and fur booties, then you go into this bar that’s made from ice, ice seats, ice tables, even the glasses you drink from are made from ice. Felt pretty Russian so you’ve guessed it, we had a White Russian. It’s a wee bit different, and for some reason drinking in the cold seems to get you more wrecked than normal.
Staggered out of the -5 bar into the relative heat of Auckland and headed home. Abby gave me a White Russian-making kit, no instructions needed, so we had a few White Russians when we got back.
How to make a White Russian (again)
1 shot of Kahlua
1 shot of Vodka
Splash of Milk and loads of ice