The Fantasy Island ($8.25) is a mountain of food: hash browns topped with biscuits and gravy, two eggs and bacon, sausage, ham, green pepper, onion, and tomato.
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If you're anywhere near RedRocks' four DC-area locations, you can feel comfortable taking that extra shot of Fireball at 2 a.m. knowing that this pizza awaits you in the morning.
When you're nursing a hangover, it helps to have somewhere dark to hide. Someplace with big, cushiony red booths and crushed velvet walls. The sort of long, welcoming room that you can walk into at 4 p.m. or 4 a.m. and get the same big, buttery, greasy hangover food. Hollywood has such a place. It's called 25 Degrees.
The boys behind the newly opened Prohibition-era inspired diner Beuchert's Saloon know a thing or two about hangovers.
Hurry inside the Far East Plaza for a taste of Roy Choi's ultimate post-drinking destination. The Chubby Pork Belly at Chego is the rice bowl that brings you back from the brink.
Though 'burrito' isn't really the keyword you're usually looking for on a dim sum menu, this particular item, the Shredded Duck Burrito ($6.90) is a must-order at Koi Palace. It's essentially a set of two flaky, just slightly-greasy, tender scallion pancakes, rolled around moist, rich slices of duck and spears of cucumber.
Heading back to the bar on Sunday afternoon might not be your first, most obvious choice for a cure. Unless of course that bar is Nashville's No. 308. With its spacey vibe and its stoner-food plates piled high, the brunch here is designed with heavy-hitters at heart.
The Dee Snider at Grill 'Em All Burgers features bacon, Sriracha, peanut butter, and jelly—some might call it the perfect hangover cure.
At Sweedeedee, a newish brunch spot in North Portland, you'll find tradition and the unexpected coexisting harmoniously. Order the hangover-busting corncakes and a slice of honey pie.
This plate of food is big enough to share, and I highly recommend you do (remember: you're hungover, that doesn't mean you have to be totally stupid). $10.50 gets you two meaty, flaky hunks of fried snapper, a pile of french fries, a scoop of coleslaw, and two orange-yolked, perfectly runny fried eggs on top. Tauranga is a seaside town, and a major port for boat traffic in New Zealand. So, this snapper is fresh, easily flaking apart with the touch of a fork.
There's a lot to love about the sausage breakfast taco ($6), that's for sure. This thing is curvy, a half moon of thick hand-patted tortilla, blistered and spotty in all the right places. Instead of trying to button itself up inside the weighty tortilla, this chunky concoction spills hefty yellow nuggets of softly scrambled egg all over the place. You can't stop the breakfast taco; you can't even contain it.
The Turks know what breakfast is all about, food that's nourishing and comforting but all about getting your day started right. So these days I haul myself on the 7 train to Sunnyside, Queens, home to Grill 43.
For a slow day at the office made even slower as a result of hitting the sauce a little fervently the night before (hey, no one's judging anyone here), a hearty bite of Tex-Mex is just what the doctor ordered. And it's what you'll order, too, if you find yourself in a similar predicament and manage to make your way to the doors of Trigger, the newest place in Portland to procure that soul-pleasing marriage of Texas and Mexican comfort food.
I appreciate hangover cures that get right to the quick-and-dirty point. Hair of the dog. Bacon. Done. The nature of New Zealand bacon, which includes the loin in addition to the belly, makes this a worthy sandwich filling.
There's nothing on the menu at the several branches of Torchy's that wouldn't send a hangover back to the depths from whence it came, but might I make a few suggestions? We've already told you about The Dirty Sanchez, with its fried poblano, scrambled eggs, and guacamole, but the Independent is another strong contender for best-in-show: a slab of deep-fried breaded portobello mushroom perched not-so-daintily on a pile of fresh corn kernels, piled with pickled carrots, avocado, queso fresco, and a squirt of ancho chili aioli. Did I say "perched not-so-daintily"? What I meant was "slammed raunchily".
When you've got a mezcal hangover and the harsh morning light is streaming through the plate glass windows, look to Chef Josef Centeno's puffy tacos at Bar Amá. Depending on the level of your hangover, actually navigating the oversized taco might be a bit of a challenge, but if you can manage to find the middle of your face, just poke around until you find an open mouth and you should be all set.
The Hangover ($9.50) is just what the carb doctor ordered: "a double order of crispy browns topped with homemade sausage gravy." Additional protein comes from two eggs, which I ordered over easy so that the yolks could run down the potatoes.
It's entirely possible that you've never considered pasta for breakfast. You've probably been thinking that the most important meal begins at cereal and ends at pancakes. That sounds like a nice life. Quaint even. Except that it's completely wrong.
When you think of great soup dumplings, Philadelphia doesn't immediately spring to mind. But this grimy looking spot (at least on the outside) under a parking garage and next to the recently closed Chinatown Bus Station is one of the best hangover dining options in the city.
The discussion of what it takes to allay a hangover in Los Angeles doesn't even really begin until you mention Roscoe's House of Chicken & Waffles. #3 Herb's Special is all basics: half of a chicken, Southern fried, with two large waffles. What's not to like, especially when you're trying to wash down the memories of a night spent belly-up at a bar?