Hanoi Jane Sutherland and I recently found ourselves wondering on air what a vegan might eat were he or she be either drunk or hung-over.
For Hanoi, a Jimmy's mince and cheese pie from the Two-Four on the way home from a night on the razzle dazzle is just the ticket. For me, a great big chicken and lamb kebab from the Turkish takeaway is just what the doctor ordered when saddled with a belly full of booze.
A great venue for this in Dunedin was a restaurant that wisely stayed open in the wee hours, seducing the staggering masses along the main drag with the aromas emanating from the rotisseries.
It was manned by a kid of about eight years old who was the spitting image of his father and who took great delight in taunting his much older customers with jibes about their inebriated circumstances as the old man chuckled away in the background. He showed great spirit for a lad who was mixing it with a bunch of drunks at two in the morning!
Hanoi and I both agree some delightfully greasy KFC is the ideal alcohol soaker the next day when the mouth is dry, the head is thumping and the body is craving as much greasy fare as humanly possible.