A post today on New York Magazine's site is incredulous that anyone would buy cold food on a cold day:
But on the coldest January 7 in New York City since 1896, what kind of maniac would buy fro-yo or ice cream?
This logic has never made much sense to me. I decide what eat mostly because of how good it tastes, not to regulate my body temperature. If I'm craving chili, I don't really care if it's 95 degrees. Whether it's hot or cold might make a minor adjustment to what I want, but overwhelmingly it's about what I'm hungry for. I realize I'm in the minority here, but is it really too hard to understand that ice cream is always awesome?
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