Casey is a born-and-raised New Yorker who grew up with the city in his bones and Queens in his blood. A longtime Astoria resident, he has strong opinions about the right way to eat a dollar slice (standing, obviously), an encyclopedic knowledge of which subway car puts you closest to the exit, and a genuine belief that New York is the only place in the world worth writing about.
When he's not hunting down the best new ramen spot or arguing about which bodega has the superior bacon egg and cheese, he's covering the food, music, and entertainment scenes that make this city impossible to explain to anyone who didn't grow up here. He started this blog because he got tired of seeing the same ten "hidden gem" listicles recycled by writers who had clearly never set foot below 14th Street.
On any given weekend you'll find him at Brooklyn Bowl, probably nursing a beer and pretending to know more about the headliner than he does, or grazing his way through Smorgasburg with the focus of someone who hasn't eaten since Tuesday. More often than not, though, he's exactly where she wants to be — crammed into a sticky-floored dive bar somewhere, surrounded by good people and a jukebox that still has Tom Waits on it.
He writes about what he loves. Lucky for him, this city never runs out of material.