Jewlicious readers already know that “Hitler means great Indian food,” but in Russia, they had an even better idea:

“Jeez, what a long week; I could really use a brewski. I know, let’s go to Hitler’s!”

Just when we thought all those Hitler-related entertainment venues were kaput, along comes Russia to prove us wrong. JTA reports that a new pub, set to open soon in the city of Ekaterinburg, is named Hitler Kaput. (I looked up “kaput” in an online translator, and it means “kaput.” It was like that scene in National Lampoon’s European Vacation when Chevy Chase uses his pocket translator to look up the French word for souffle. Which is, of course, souffle.)

Although this would seem to be a positive message, because Hitler is, indeed, kaput, one can be certain that many Jews will take offense at associating Hitler’s name with a “food, folks, and fun” type vibe. Unless maybe this was part of Disney’s new “FascistDictatorLand,” designed to appeal to those people who miss EuroDisney. And World War 2.

Actually, if anyone has plans to pitch FascistDictatorLand, please give me a call, as I have some wonderful ideas for themed restaurants like Benito Mussolini’s House of Linguini,  Eat Your Fill at Kim Jong Il’s, and Fidelicious: Cuban Cuisine for Every Pig in the Bay.

Esther Kustanowitz

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  • yeah, and this film should be banned!
    Plot Summary for
    Adolf Hitler – My Part in His Downfall (1972)

    London, 1940. Aspiring jazz musician and future comedy legend Terence “Spike” Milligan reluctantly obeys his call-up and joins the Royal Artillery regiment at Bexhill, where he begins training to take part in the War. But along the way Spike and his friends get involved in many amusing – and some not-so amusing – scrapes. Based on the first volume of Milligan’s war memoirs.

    Seriously, I’m confused. Maybe you’re not explaining it very well or maybe I’m just stupid. “Hitler kaput!” is a phrase associated with the Russian capture of Berlin, the death of Hitler and the fall of the Third Reich. How is that antisemitic? or was some russophobe press agent just having a slow day?

  • I just wanted to say that Michael and me will not go there for beer. Anyway Ekaterinburg was never on the top of my beer destinations.

  • Apparently the Russians are celebrating their glorious victory over Nazism at the battle of Stalingrad. Or something.