My last night of the trip got a bit lubricated, as some friendly Chicagoans felt it was their civic duty to introduce me to a liquor named Malort. The taste is akin to a more bitter Jaggermeister, and even that description doesn't come close to capturing one of the more bizarre flavour experiences I've had. When the bar finally shut down, and it was time to stumble home, a miracle occurred. The existence of a 24 hour Mexican restaurant. I am now a firm believer that Horchatta solves all problems, but especially hangovers (and hangovers to come).