Erin Brown is an art-dealer-turned-nomad who calls New York City home, since that is where the storage unit with her life's belongings in it resides. She has been rambling since 2005 when she up and left to work on Lake Baikal in Siberia for a month at the age of 19, and hasn't been able to sit still ever since. Erin has lived in Moscow and Paris, been hopelessly lost in the Balkans, herded goats and studied cheese making in France, scaled minor mountains in the Himalayas, farmed strawberries 500km above the arctic circle in Norway, nearly met her doom falling through shoddily-covered manhole in Kazakhstan, and systematically figured out which restaurant on curry row in NYC has the best butter chicken. A stalker of spice markets and frequenter of food carts, Erin is a passionate foodie who is more concerned about what's for lunch than the major attractions in any city. When she is not eating, cooking or writing about food, she writes art criticism and runs a social media marketing business.