Angie's famous hangover breakfast saves the day
By Lauren Murakami
December 20, 2005 | "What would you
guys like to drink?"
Contrary to what we had answered the night before,
"We would like a huge pitcher of water... Oh, and coffee."
It's Angie's hangover breakfast. Every Sunday without
fail, students go to Angie's for the most delicious
proven cure for hangovers. Roughly from the hours of
10 a.m. through 2 p.m. partiers roll directly out of
bed for breakfast. Sometimes people wait for up to 45
minutes to get some of the greasy deliciousness. Honestly,
what other business in Utah makes you wait on a Sunday?
One that caters to the liberals of Utah, the drinkers.
While anxiously waiting for a table, you see everyone
you partied with the night before or have in the past.
The night before everyone is lip-glossed up, hair-sprayed
over, and all done-up and ready for the exciting Logan
night life. But then that next morning at Angie's, it
is socially acceptable to look like you were ran over
by Santa's reindeer. Some people wear the same clothes
they had worn the night before. Only for some reason,
the low-cut sexy blouse just doesn't have the same effect.
Most come in their pajamas or sweats, topped of with
a hat and a hoodie.
The night before, everyone was so social, "How are
you?" "What have you been up to?" People make the rounds
and talk to everyone increasing their popularity, and
their chances to get some. But then at Angie's it is
OK to just acknowledge someone's presence by nodding
at them. The nod is a sign displaying the forged common
bond between the partiers, saying, "you were there last
night." Once sitting at your table, questions like,
"What did you do last night?" and "So, where did you
end up?" are discussed with your friends that you began
the night with.
Reminiscing occasionally takes more effort then it
should and can only be fully pieced together by the
group. "Do you remember where I set down my jacket?"
"Do you remember when we were dancing to Frank Sinatra
in the living room?"
The night before, Beto's was the only option open
to satisfy the beer munchies. But if you can wait until
the morning, Angie's has an excellent selection of food.
Almost too good, because everything sounds so good.
We are constantly tempted into ordering whatever the
people next to us are eating. "What is that.... Pancakes
with whipped cream... genius." But usually eggs, cheese,
bacon, (or any sort of meat) overrule.
"Do you think I can order four sides with the early
bird special?" "How many people did I drunk dial last
night?" Angie's is really the only time when all the
stupid things we did the night before is actually funny.
When retelling the story to someone else days later,
it is usually followed with "I guess you had to be there,"
and reassuring them it really was "so funny." So we
laugh, analyze conversations we had with people, and
slowly recall fuzzy memories.
After satisfying our depleted bodies with water and
feel-better food, we pay and walk out ready to start
our day of lounging around. Productivity doesn't come
for a couple more hours so closing the blinds and sleeping
is the next step in curing the hangover, because what
we were doing before is technically called "passed out."
Then we go back to our responsibilities, school, work,
life. But for the night, extended to delicious hangover
breakfast, we live up the days of our lives when we
can have these good times, college.
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