City hangover cures

Exercise | Russian bath | Hair of the dog | tripe soup | chocolate milk | Berocca

Katharine Rust, associate editor, TONY Kids on tripe soup…

My usual routine
On a normal groggy day post-booze-a-thon, I partake in one of three remedies: greasy food, Bloody Marys from Cowgirl or a six-mile run (seriously—you sweat the whole thing out).

The alternate remedy
In an effort to expand my hangover-cure options, I buy myself a pint of menudo, a spicy Mexican soup made with tripe. Yep, cow's guts. Through its clear plastic container, the stew seems safe enough. However, the minute I crack the Tupperware seal, I'm confronted with a smell so foul, my coworkers turn their heads.

Slowly, I take a spoonful, hoping that the repulsive wafts are not the sign of equally dismal things to come. No such luck. The soup is disgusting and tastes of rotted meat and tomatoes with chunks of carrots. I last only about ten bites before I have to throw it out. As for my hangover, about 45 minutes after eating my ten spoonfuls, my stomach begins to rumble, I feel nauseous and a faint ache throbs in my head. It feels as if my hangover is worsening, if that's possible. Not only do I not get the result I'm hoping for, I have to live with the taste of dirty feet all day as the soup continuously resurfaces. I'll take six miles over menudo any day.