One thing about me is that, as an undergrad, I attended a large state school with a Division 1 football team. A school that was ranked No. 1 by the Princeton Review on its list of top party colleges in my junior year. A school based in Athens, Ga.
All of this is to say: I’ve had my fair share of hangovers. Back then, my recovery time was six hours instead of the current three to four business days. To mitigate the pain, my friends and I would stumble into the Grill, a diner in the heart of downtown Athens, and order a round or three of crinkle cut fries covered in feta cheese sauce at one in the morning. Or we’d crawl into Mama’s Boy the morning after and fill up on biscuits and sausage gravy.
These were platonic ideals of hangover food — a little greasy, heavy on the carbs and filling enough to set you up for a nice afternoon nap with “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit” on low volume in the background. When I moved to New York my tastes changed. I ate more post-rager bacon, egg and cheeses in my early 20s than I care to recount. But the hangover food genre is wide ranging and new classics are popping up all the time.
Breakfast burritos at Ursula
For instance, the breakfast burritos at Ursula in Bed-Stuy. I ordered nearly a dozen of them for a brunch a few weekends back and watched my friends who’d had a rowdy Saturday night scarf them down in euphoric silence. My favorite is the bacon burrito stuffed with hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, New Mexican Hatch chiles and Cheddar, wrapped in a pliant flour tortilla. I also ordered chorizo burritos and a meatless version for my vegetarian compatriots. (There’s also a vegan version stuffed with pinto beans and vegan queso.)
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