I'm an actor who currently pounds the pavement in New York City. I live in downtown Manhattan and try unsuccesfully to absorb the incredible pulse of life and culture that surrounds me. New York City is my motivation as an actor. Yet, I can't help but feel occasionally consumed by the inherent loneliness that drifts down these streets.
When I was six my favorite food was escargot (no puff pastry please) and stone crab claws. Now, I have to spend hours on foodie sites to try to curb my incessant desire to try everything. I love being stressed out-I'm usually much more productive. I can appreciate a great pair of high-tech noise cancelling earphones as much as a sexy-as-hell pair of leather boots. I hate flying but love the moment when the wheels touch the ground. I love the feeling of getting into a crisply made bed--but then also love fucking up the blankets once I'm in it. I feel really at home on the water, but I still get terrible seasickness. There are few things that make me happier than an outstanding meal with friends. I constantly think about and plan for the future-while I should really be living the actor's mantra of "being in the moment." The hair on the back of my neck always stands up when the house lights go down and the band is just about to play their first note. I cannot do anything half-assed--I am easily consumed by my passions.
I am a food critic who doesn't get paid to review restaurants or told where to go. Therefore, my critiques are short, my photos are unartistic and the whole site is only read by me. To take a peek at some tantalizing food porn click here .
On a professional note, check out this site for a peek at my headshot and resume.
