Last night I went to SF to help surprise a friend for her birthday (which, as it turns out, is today). We met at Suppenkuche, a charming German restaurant, for beer and whatnot.
I think it's the whatnot that's getting me.
German beers are delightful and they had a Paulaner Marzen that was delicious. I should know. I had at least three. Maybe more.
On top of that, I had "Wiener Schnitzel vom Schwein mit Bratkartoffeln und grünem Salat"
Essentially, breaded pork loin and potatoes with a side of salad.
I have, for the most part, weeded fried foods from my diet. As a result, I'm not really used to that kind of food. Add to that the potentcy of German beer and I find this morning to be decidedly... unpleasant.
The mild hangover isn't really a problem. The upset stomach from the fried food? That's a problem.
Bleah.
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