Much has been written over the past two or three days on the subject of hangovers. We have learned, for example, that owls' eggs were a cure for ancient Romans, as Assyrians went for ground birds' beaks and myrrh. Chinese drank, and still drink, green tea, while coconut water is the panacea of choice in India. Probably the wisest were the Puerto Ricans, who rubbed their armpits with lemon slices to prevent hangovers occurring.
There was once a clever little sandwich and coffee shop on Broadway, just west of Granville Street in Vancouver, called the Salvador Deli. It offered a sandwich called "the hangover special." it was a combination of egg salad and tuna salad, and it was very tasty, whether one had a hangover or not. At Honey's, the once enormously popular space on Hornby Street, we would often order an egg salad and liverwurst sandwich, also excellent, even though the sandwich maker gave us a strange look.
Robert Benchley said, "The only cure for a real hangover is death." We will stick with the egg and tuna combo.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
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