If you survived New Year's in one piece (or two), congratulations! No, really. Years ago, I got so wrecked I didn't who was what (or where) (you know how that goes) (don't you?) The only thing that saved me was shuffling over to one of those fast-vanishing diners in the West Village. That's where me and my friends soaked up the booze with day-old bread, runny eggs and greasy bacon. I don't miss it.
