Pass the bacon milkshake: our foolproof hangover cures
Koreans make it salty, Mexicans like it spicy and Thais do an easily-digestible, boiled rice-style soup.
The British inhale beans on toast, a full English breakfast (hold the sausage, thanks) or a deliciously greasy bacon buttie; the Turks, a generous plate of organ meat. Organ meat? Yes, really, organ meat.
Personally, it’s a toss up between peanut butter on toast, or a packet of plain Smiths crinkle cut chips. It must be crinkle cut. All washed down with a gallon of soda water and several peppermint teas. Coffee is an absolute no, no and hair of the dog is acceptable from about midday.
We’ve shared a few more of our faves below. Please add yours in too. There are mornings when we’ll need to try them, believe us!
I don’t drink much but when I do, I always feels like dog’s balls the day after. The only solution is curry and Coke. I don’t think it works, but it’s what I always feel like eating and drinking when I’m hungover, so my body must be trying to tell me something. Your body never lies to you, right?
Call me a wearer of rose-tinted glasses, but I reckon hangovers get worse as you get older. Much worse. Especially if you take into account that I’m now drinking some half-decent wines instead of rocket fuel, goonbag, or Mississippi Moonshine.
If I wake up in the pounding, anxiety-ridden hellhole that is the post-30 hangover, the first thing I do is remind myself of Kingsley Amis’ wise words on the ‘metaphysical hangover’:
“When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. . . . You have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is.”
Then I get hold of some sparkling water. Then popcorn. It used to be Coke and hot chips, but I live far from civilisation now, so these are the hangover staples in the cupboard.
But the best food remedy by far, if I’m able (and safe) to drive, is a Vietnamese pho.
Steaming, fragrant broth with plenty of chilli, lime, coriander and mint leaves, barely cooked bits of miscellaneous beef (and yes, sometimes some offally bits), and silken slippery noodles. It’s the broth that’s the magic. Restorative is the word, I believe.
The only thing better for a hangover is a triple-strength, spicy-as-all-getout, salty cold Bloody Mary.
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