Those who follow me on Twitter may recall that I had cocktails at Ouest on Thursday night, and that they were, well, HUGE. Now, I love a good cocktail, and, occasionally, I love a big cocktail - though it's probably best for me to avoid the latter when I've not had dinner.I was surprised by how affected I was by the two Manhattans - so surprised that I stayed up till 1:30, amused by the fact that I was, to put it frankly, still tipsy. Needless to say, when I woke up on Friday, I was a bit out of sorts.
The solution? A homemade version of every lush's best friend: the fried egg sandwich.
I toasted a crumpet and spread it with a bit of Wednesday's homemade mayonnaise. Then, I fried up a couple of slices of slab bacon. I topped those off with a fried Knoll Crest egg (sunny side up, thanks), sprinkled some chives over the whole bit, and plopped down to enjoy it all with an ice cold Diet Coke.
It cured what ailed me.
2 comments:
Oooh yum. Yes, that looks like it would cure most ailments!
It was pretty darn good. Am actually thinking of reprising it this weekend, hopefully sans hangover. :-)
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