I was out on a date. We ordered drinks, and then it happened.
Me: “I’ll take a Black Russian.”
My Date (incredibly offended): “I can’t believe you.”
Me (confused): “What are you talking about?”
My Date (clarifying her angst): “There are all sorts of cultures you know. That’s so racist!”
Me (feeling embarrassed for her): “Oh…. You mean my drink? It’s called a Black Russian. It’s Vodka and Kahlua. Like a White Russian, but without the cream.
The awkward silence continued even when we got our drinks (of cultural insensitivity).
Source: quora post by Chris Lynam