WHERE: The Big Legrowlski, 812 NW Couch St., Portland, OR, 97209
Let it never be said I’m not a sucker for a good gimmick.
I can’t remember when I first saw the cinematic cultural touchstone that is the Coen Brother’s “The Big Lebowski.” I think it may have been while I was flipping through channels and came across the stark and baffled faces of Jeff Bridges and John Goodman after the famous “ringer at the bridge” scene.
A moment later, John Goodman uttered the line that formed a cornerstone of my life philosophy since college, and I was a fan forever:
Since that boring night on the Jersey Shore, I have downed more than a few White Russian cocktails and irritated two girlfriends and my wife with viewings and trivia.
For the most part, they abided it well. (See what I did there?)
Thus, finding a certain bar during my perambulation of Portland can only be expressed as a sign from the Heavens.
I truly am a round-heeled pushover for the things I love, especially fandom.