I would love to hear the scientific explanation behind greasy food being so richly satisfying when you’ve been drinking. That’s a lie, actually. I don’t really want to know the science behind it because science isn’t really my thing. I rather just skip to the good stuff: the greasy food.
Recently, during a night out with friends, someone suggested getting something to eat after our first drink and before several more that were to come after it.
“Well, what do you guys want to eat?” asked one person I was with.
“Something greasy,” was the fast and firm answer from someone else.
This night could’ve been any night, in that when is that not the answer? I mean the above dialogue happened between two people I was with but really, I’ve had that same dialogue internally with myself. Sometimes when I’m sober, I actually want a salad, or some fruit, or a bowl of oatmeal. But after a few drinks? I want greasy pizza, street meat and Mc Donald’s.
On this most recent occasion, a friend had a better idea, (thankfully sparing us all from the golden arches). In response to the request for greasy, we found ourselves at Yamo, a tiny, almost literal hole-in-the-wall Burmese lunch counter in the Mission.