"Beer fights heart disease."
Read the piece if you want your mind numbed faster than chugging a Corsendonk. Better, I think, to revisit Sleeper, where Woody Allen's healthfood-store owner awakens from cryogenic sleep in the distant future:
Doctor 1: Well, he's fully recovered, except for a few kinks.
Doctor 2: Has he asked for anything special?
Doctor 1: Yes, this morning for breakfast. He requested something called "wheat germ," "organic honey," and "tiger's milk."
Doctor 2 [laughs]: Oh yes. Those were the charmed substances that some years ago were felt to contain life preserving properties.
Doctor 1: You mean there was no deep fat? No steak or cream pies or hot fudge?
Doctor 2: Those were thought to be unhealthy, precisely the opposite of what we now know to be true.