When Nothing Could Save Me from a Hangover, Mariano's Fajitas Saved Me

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Don't all hangover stories start with something yada something, "but it wasn't my fault"? As hollow as it may sound here, I feel the need to doubly express that my condition on a recent Sunday morning was not my fault.

I had innocently bellied up to the bar at Pier 247, the new casual seafood shack in Oak Cliff, and quickly made friends with two young guys that had just ordered their first-ever tray of crawfish. I showed them how to decapitate the critters, suck the fluids from their heads and squeeze the meat from their tails like toothpaste. They thanked me with a round of beers, and then with a few tequila shots, and then because this seemed like a wise thing to do at the time, a shooter of Red Bull and vodka. Who was I to turn their generosity down?

But that last shooter: the faint taste of crushed up Smarties riding on the angry burn of rail alcohol is the last thing I recall from that evening, because honestly, really honestly this time, I rarely do shots. I'm telling you I was gone, dunzo, FUBAR.

I forgot most of that night, but I have plenty to remember from the next morning, afternoon and evening. When I was younger, hangovers had the forgiving characteristic of making themselves apparent the second I woke up so the decision could quickly be made to stay low and hopefully sleep it off. These days, the waves of fatigue and nausea prefer to slowly sneak up on me sometime in the afternoon, when I'm very far from the safety and comfort of my bed.

On the Sunday in question, I happened to be downtown near Klyde Warren Park when the sledgehammer dropped, so I tried to right myself with Savor's Croque Madame. That classic, buttery, cheesy sandwich that's topped with an egg and should easily destroy the worst of hangovers, and it did, until it didn't. My head started spinning minutes after I left the restaurant, and this time the pain was significantly worse.

I tried a 40-something-ounce fountain Coke, packed to the lid with ice. I pulled on that straw like my life depended on it (and I was pretty sure it did) and felt rejuvenated, but that relief was short-lived, too. After a short nap I expected would completely restore me, I found myself feeling sicker than I had all day.

It was in that groggy haze as the sun started to set and I couldn't be sure if it was Sunday evening or maybe Monday morning, that the solution to what could now be officially classified as an epic hangover came to me like an epiphany. I knew beef fajitas would save me.

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It makes sense if you think about it. Hangovers are evil. Tex-Mex is pure, delicious cheese-laden evil, and if you remember anything about algebra, two negatives cancel each other out and leave you with a positive. All my hangover needed was a gut full of queso.

And as I started in on my first basket of chips and salsa at Mariano's on Skillman, I discovered that I was probably on to something. Each greasy chip cast off another layer of discomfort. When I got to the crumbled remains at the bottom of a second basket of chips, I dumped the crumbs directly into the queso bowl and fished them out with a spoon.

I don't even think I needed the fajitas at that point, but I can tell you when they arrived they produced a wave of euphoria, my mood carried upward on smoky wisps of fajita steam. The meat was salty and just a little chewy, and the peppers sizzled and blackened on the hot plate. The onions were the most intense I've tasted in a long time, but covered with enough guacamole and sour cream their harsh pungency was almost pleasant, like bitter medicine. I realized that my hangover was completely gone, eradicated with the first bite, but I pushed forward anyway, eating several tortillas filled with nearly everything in front it me.

The beer I slugged while I was inhaling food may have contributed, but I'm convinced that chips, salsa and queso, and buttery beef fajitas, comprise a foolproof hangover cure -- that it's physically impossible for the brain to process painful hangover symptoms while it's simultaneously stimulated by the multi-sensory experience of fajita consumption.

At least that's my theory. I have no intention of further testing. I've learned my lesson with saccharine shots and I'm never going to drink like that again. Unless of course if I'm forced into it through some extraneous circumstances, which would clearly not be my fault. And if that behavior leaves me feeling a little sour the morning after, you can likely find me a Mariano's. I'll let you know how it goes.

Location Info

Mariano's Hacienda

6300 Skillman St., Dallas, TX

Category: Restaurant


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15 comments
gabe48
gabe48

Mariano's fajitas are cooked over Mesquite, which gives them increible flavor. 

Mervis_Earl
Mervis_Earl

I found an herb called pot, mary-jane, weed, doobage and it works wonders.

The_triplefake_Brandon_Eley
The_triplefake_Brandon_Eley

That salsa on the right with a spoon and some corn tortillas would be very helpful to me right now, and I'm not even hungover. 

J_A_
J_A_

Any hangover after turning 30 seems to last all day. Definitely going to try fajitas. Or not drinking so much.

wescx
wescx

Mariano's has the best beef tacos al carbon in Dallas, but they took them off the menu. They will still make them if you ask -- $16.50, which is an increase from before the menu change. Worth it though.


Myrna.Minkoff-Katz
Myrna.Minkoff-Katz topcommenter

Grease only puts an extra load on the liver.  Re-hydration, gentle carbs, and time always worked best for me. 

becoolerifyoudid
becoolerifyoudid

This is the pragmatic reporting we need.  Well done. 


But is this going to devolve into another list?  The top 5 places to cure a hangover?  Have we done that list already seems like it would have happened by now. 

ScottsMerkin
ScottsMerkin topcommenter

Funny, I had my first epic hangover the crept all day a few weeks ago. I did the greasy eggs, the route 44 coke, the Gatorade, but only fajitas and a bowl of queso made me feel any better at all

JustSaying
JustSaying

@ScottsMerkin A big ass fountain diet coke was my go to for years when hung over. Then my health nut friend explained to me that, while it does help the cotton mouth feeling and give you temporary relief, it is actually dehydrating you even more. So the hangover lasts longer. That fucking sucks. After a night of boozing, drinking water doesn't give me any immediate relief because it always feels like my mouth and throat have been scotchgarded.

Greg820
Greg820

@ScottsMerkin  The medicinal and healing properties of fajitas cannot be overstated.

Sam-G
Sam-G

@scott.reitz @J_A_  Same for me!  I found an Asian herb called Raisin Tree that actually works.  It's the only thing I have found that reduces the symptoms.  It's on Amazon called GenesisO2 Alcohol Metabolizer.

ScottsMerkin
ScottsMerkin topcommenter

I dont even have a hangover today and now I still want queso n fajitas

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