...famous on this blog, at least.
Things got a little wild last night at the Savoy Tivoli during the sendoff party for SF Weekly's former managing editor Alan Scherstuhl (he's moving to NYC to become film editor for all Village Voice publications -- go Alan!). I'm paying for my sins today (including a midnight scarf-down of super-garlicky clam pizza at Golden Boy, always a good call!) and applying one of my usual remedies: a breakfast burrito.
For years I've subscribed to some magical thinking that the starch in the potatoes, the protein from the eggs, and the fat from the cheese and bacon will form together in my stomach to create a hangover-destroying supergroup, and it often does the trick. If it weren't a weekday, I'd probably be chasing it with a bloody Mary or light beer -- though just one, because the worst thing for your hangover is getting drunk again.
But everyone has their own tried-and-true remedies. I'm curious: What's your best hangover cure?
Leave a comment and I'll compile 'em all into a big post next week if I get enough answers. Note: Anyone who answers "not drinking too much in the first place" is automatically disqualified.