Steve's cheese reviews are like a fine wine pairing: they elevate mundane life to an art form, combining his love for cheese with a poetic touch that makes you want to buy a wheel of Bleu d'Auvergne just to feel cultured.

From getting bitten by ducks to crawling ceiling monsters, Steve’s dreams provide a glimpse into a surrealist art exhibit nobody asked for, but we’re all thankful to witness.

His knack for dissecting films is as sharp as a cheese knife through brie; whether it’s about bad films or classics, he delivers commentary with a twist that makes even the worst movies sound like Oscar contenders.

Steve’s puns, like his beloved cheese, can be sharp or mild but always leave you smiling—even if you roll your eyes at the dad jokes.

From snowing on the East Side to holiday parties, Steve navigates weather like a seasoned meteorologist who also moonlights as a poet.