Hangovers Around the World

In honor of my hungover friends today, a reposting of a piece I did for another site. Enjoy!

“Holy…where am I?”

If you’ve ever woken up and said that, most likely your next thought is the realization that you’ve got a hangover.

Now, usually the best way to cure a hangover is to avoid it - drink lots of water before, during and after your party time - but you don’t want to hear that right now, do you? Your liver just declared a jihad against you, and something crawled into your mouth and died there. You need relief.

The key is: GREASE. But it must be said that I have a different hangover cure depending on where I wake up - and by that I mean what country. When I’ve woken up and said, “Holy…where am I?” the answer is usually given to me in a language other than my own.

To avoid further confusing your gin-soaked minds, I’m going to give you my cures in pictures - these are my own, except for New York and Barcelona; the cheery location pictures were taken the day before while strolling around, and the food pictures taken the following morning in a haze of alcohol withdrawal and loathing.

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PARIS = CROQUE MADAME; NUTELLA CREPES.

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ROME = POLENTA, HOT PEPPERS.

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LONDON = BACON SARNIES; SCONES.

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NEW YORK = BACON EGG AND CHEE.
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VENICE = CICCHETTI; HAIR OF THE DOG.

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BARCELONA = PIG SANDWICH; HAIR OF THE DOG.

Feel free to print this out for your next vacation; then you can just hold your head and point to the picture, and a waiter will bring you what your body needs to get back on track and catch that flight back home.