Being a horrible lightweight when it comes to drinking, I don’t myself have a long list of hangover remedies. Two drinks (doubles, granted, but still) and I’m out. And will probably feel bad the next day. But nothing that time and a couple of quarts of Gatorade can’t fix.
The articles I read doing research for this generally start up with a lot of pious nonsense like “drink less’, as a preventative measure. Idiots. Continue reading
One of the very first bars I got drunk at in Chicago is called Twisted Spoke – the one on Clark Street, not the one on Ogden in the West Loop. My friend Christine and I got drunk on $2.75 pints of Woodchuck Cider.
Since then, the owners of Twisted Spoke sold the Clark Street location, leaving only the location in Chicago’s West Loop. In the past couple years, this has become the site of what my friends call “Brunching Hard,” which means we sit at the bar with some fancy drinks, get drunk, and maybe eat some food. Continue reading