I have never felt more vindicated in my beliefs regarding two important matters:

1. The best equation for curing a hangover is swimming + cold coke + nap.
2. Brunch is rarely worth the trouble.

So thank you, Sam Sifton, for including the following in "Hey Mr. Critic" on September 8:

There comes a moment in all hangovers when the sufferer comes to a fork in the road. To the left lies death. To the right, madness. Brunch is down there too. For let us be plain: The perfect hangover cure is a cold Coke and a swim in the ocean, followed by a nap. Brunch in contrast offers only lukewarm coffee and watery bloody mary mix, harried servers and shoe-leather bacon. It may promise redemption. It generally delivers nothing of the sort."