Just occasionally, I like a bit of a drink. Even more occasionally, I’ll overdo it a bit and wake up feeling like a cat has died in my mouth. On these occasions, I find the only thing that can help me salvage any kind of joy from my day is greasy food. If I’ve got enough energy to make it out of my front door, I tend to head in the general direction of Mistral Café. The selection of food is kind of like what you might find in a roadhouse; burgers, chips, lasagne and several varieties of deep-fried goodness. It’s not the kind of thing your digestive system is going to be very happy about if you eat it all the time, but as a hangover cure, it can’t be beat.