Poisons: Hair of the Dog

Hair of the Dog

After you burned the hell out of your tongue greedily devouring that slice of piping hot pizza, what happened next? You cursed yourself and your impatience, and took another bite, and damned if that pizza wasn't still hot.

And just because you were spurned by that sexy, oh-so-savvy in the sack lover of yours, it didn't stop you from drunk-dialing for a late night/early morning booty call, did it?

It's your M.O., and it's ours, too. That's why, after a long night of drinking like it's our job (which it is), we head right back to the bar and do it all over again. Whether it's a post-holiday cure-all or just a little something to keep the weekend going, take two of these, and call us when you're ready for happy hour.—Mark Gross