32 Brooklyn, NY
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My self-summary
Born in the sticky swampland of south Florida. A steady diet of "Great Chefs" episodes, gangsta rap, and dial-up internet shaped my brain into its current form. I take my coffee black, my cereal without milk, and my reading material in paper form.
What I’m doing with my life
I'm an editor but not the words type. I tell stories but not the fiction type. Child suicide bombers? Drunken chefs? Your favorite rapper? I got you covered.
I’m really good at
Ordering for the whole table.
Being spatially aware
Very intricate doodling on spare pieces of paper.
Eating inhuman amounts of shellfish.
Waking up a minute before my alarm goes off.
Remembering to keep a bag of Haribo gummi bears in the freezer at all times.
Taking photos of dead things be they on a plate or on the street.
Mario Kart.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Currently: The Silkworm
Recently: The Undisputed Truth, Black Hole, Some Remarks, The Orphan Master's Son, Tenth Of December, The Moth
Always: Lucky Peach, McCarthy, Irving, Dahl

Raiders Of The Lost Ark. Grizzly Man (a comedy)

Louie. True Detective. Cops. Bizarre Foods America. Mind Of A Chef.

Black Hippy. Action Bronson. Outkast. Frank Ocean. Mastodon. DVDASA.

Jitlada. Roberta's (everything but the pizza). Elote. Oysters. Miso Maple Salmon Head. Hakata Tonton. The Xinjiang cart on Division. Carolina-style whole hog BBQ. Soft shell crab po'boy. Tsukemen. Crack seed. (this section will continue to be completely amorphous)
The six things I could never do without
A camera
A Sodastream
Mac keyboard shortcuts
A Pilot G-2 .05mm
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What am I going to eat next?
On a typical Friday night I am
Just missing happy hour somewhere in Wburg and then realizing I haven't had dinner 3 drinks later.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'm on a bowling team
You should message me if
Eating/drinking at 3 different places over the course of an evening doesn't seem strange to you.

You're high on the wait-list for the fall allotment of Pappy Van Winkle.

You know the "whoa whoa whoa" is on the second chorus of "The Sweater Song", not the first.

You want to be my +1 to a Dinner Lab event.