Hangovers Around the World

In honor of my hungover friends today. 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.

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