Steak tartare! It was considered a hangover cure in NYC when I was growing up...especially served with a raw egg and capers and Worcestershire on top.
I prefer steak tartare to lutefisk, though I’d skip the raw egg. Raw meat, raw egg, that would drive the “health officials” crazy.
I thought that steak tartare was dashed with a bit of lemon so the acid would kill off the bacteria.