Top 5: Hangover Fryups

You’re stumbling along Broad Street in the vague direction of your morning tute with a horrendous VK-induced headache. The sun glinting off the dreaming spires is blinding. Your pyjama shirt is on inside out. 

This is a hangover, and it has only one cure – cholesterol. The Tab wades through the grease to find Oxford’s best hangover saviours.

If you’re feeling bleary, prop yourself up in this cozy corner of the covered market and watch the world go by. Proximity to Boots/Superdrug for emergency paracetamol is optimal. Cracking bacon rolls.

Not only can you crewdate here, but the purveyors of the perfect bangers’n’mash will also provide you with a remedy the morning after. So if you pass out, it’s basically breakfast in bed.

Picture the scene: after a long week you’ve smashed Friday night at one of Oxford’s finest clubbing establishments (we’re looking at you, Wahoo), but your parents and grandparents arrive bright and early at your college to take you out for family brunch.

Simultaneously navigating a hellish hangover whilst maintaining small-talk requires serious help – the Old Parsonage rises to the challenge with a sumptuous feast. It’s the swankiest hangover you’ll ever have.

On the other end of the spectrum there’s the incongruously named Excelsior. No fancy butter shaped like unidentifiable flowers here, just plates and plates of crispy bacon, stacks of golden toast, runny egg and tea…

The Excelsior’s prime location on Cowley Road is perfect for an en route fry-up fix/watching the inevitable early morning walks of shame back into town.

And finally, always prepare for the unexpected.

Let’s say your night went that bit further and after a particularly wild crewdate you woke up on the streets of London clutching only your Bod card and a receipt from Arzoo (as happened to a friend of The Tab only last week…)

Wing your way back to Oxford and stop off at this conveniently located greasy spoon before strolling into college in time for class.