This is chicken-on-a-stick. It's sold at the Chevron station on the corner of University and South Lamar near the Ole Miss campus. If you happen to find yourself feasting upon it, you've been drinking.
I did, and I had been, and that's the way most of my weekend in Oxford, Mississippi and Memphis, Tennessee went. I had a blast, but back home, I feel like lukewarm death and am gorging myself on raw veggies and kiddie pools of New York City tap water in an attempt to right the ship.
I'm on the mend, but in the meantime, I wanna know - what's your go-to atonement for overindulgence or just plain ol' crappy (yet delicious) eating?
For more on chicken-on-a-stick, hunt down the Southern Food 2010 issue of the Oxford American and gobble up the definitive essay on the subject by America's funniest human, Jack Pendarvis. If you haven't been reading his work, you've been wasting your life.