What do you eat after a long night of drinking?
So, as some of you probably know, I live in a college town and go to America's #5 party school (GO DAWGS!!!). The odd thing about Athens, though, is that there isn't much of a "house party" or frat party culture like most colleges have - we have a downtown area with 70+ bars occupying historic buildings, some of them well over 100 years old, that also contains lots of cute little restaurants and boutiques. When the bars close down at 2 a.m., the streets kind of look like a tiny version of Manhattan - everyone walking instead of driving, and food vendors EVERYWHERE. And everyone is hungry...
The most famous food vendor in Athens is the Polish Sausage Guy (that might as well be his real name, because no one knows what he actually calls his business) that vends sausage instead of hot dogs with his famous Comeback Sauce (said to sober you up enough to walk back to your driver's car). Mostly it's hot dogs, but some people sell barbeque, hamburgers, french fries, kielbasa, pretzels - anything you can eat with your hands.
Also popular are the after-hours restaurants; mostly the Grill, a 24-hour establishment that serves hamburgers, hot sandwiches, milkshakes, and thick-cut fries with feta cheese dressing. At 2:30 a.m., there's up to an hour wait for a table, and the same is true at most of the Waffle Houses in town. The line of cars snakes around the Krystal's on Lexington so people can get bags full of tiny hamburgers (think the redneck version of White Castle), and it's always the same creepy old manager working the window on Friday and Saturday nights.
I've been known to frequent all of these places in my 4 years of college, and it's rare to find me drunkenly stumbling down Clayton Street without a hot dog in my hand. I have a good friend who will have a hot dog, but then some compulsion requires her to go home and eat Totino's pizza rolls. Every time. She almost burned down her apartment one time because she was drunk and left the oven on.
So what are YOUR drunk food traditions? What about the morning after? My roommate and I are known to go get some next-day fajitas at On the Border (a margarita does wonders for a hangover), or wait in line in our pajamas (the only time I will appear in public in sweatpants) with the after-church crowd to get the Sunday fried chicken special at Cracker Barrel.
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