The Food That Ate Manhattan: The Implacable Rise of Frozen Yogurt Leaves Us Cold

I’d been noticing them for some time, of course, the way you might notice a nimbus of fruit flies hovering above a bowl of browning bananas, or the tinny music leaking out of someone’s earphones on the subway: a vague, essentially harmless annoyance rasping at the outer edges of consciousness. It was not until one …