Ethan Carey

3 days ago | danburycountry.com | Ethan Carey

I have a confession to make. I've lived in the great state of Connecticut for 46 years, and I am racked with guilt. I should hang my head in shame because I have never tried a steamed cheeseburger, lobster roll, New Haven Apizza, a hot dog with pepper relish, or a cannoli pie. But here’s the thing—I’m ready to make it right. Maybe I was too set in my ways. Perhaps I was distracted by diner breakfasts and late-night drive-thrus.

4 days ago | danburycountry.com | Ethan Carey

When you’ve been married 49 years, you learn the value of good travel companions — which is why Mindy and I did what any couple in their right minds would do: we flew to Rome, hopped on Vespas, explored ancient ruins, ate like emperors, and then boarded a ship with balconies and buffets that sailed us across the Mediterranean like royalty. We weren’t alone on this grand adventure.

3 weeks ago | danburycountry.com | Ethan Carey

IIf you're a seafood lover like me, something's happening in Connecticut’s seafood world this year. It’s a buzz, a coastal culinary movement that’s pulling food lovers from all corners of the state—and beyond. Before I run down the best seafood restaurants, let's find out where Connecticut seafood restaurants get their fish?

1 month ago | danburycountry.com | Ethan Carey

unsplash - Nathan DumlaoI’ve spent a lot of time on I-84 over the years—probably more than I’ve spent in line at the DMV or yelling at my TV during a Giants game. And in all that time, I’ve come to realize something: this highway actually has a personality. A weird one. The kind of personality that makes you do a double take and say, “Wait, was that a cow?”I’m not kidding. From Danbury to Hartford, I-84 has earned its reputation as Connecticut’s most unpredictable stretch of road.

1 month ago | danburycountry.com | Ethan Carey

Exploring stories about Connecticut’s urban legends can keep me up way past my bedtime. However, if I do a deep dive into this so-called urban folklore, I end up finding creepy accounts of backwoods paranoia and suburban weirdness, all marinated in centuries of New England gloom. We’ve got haunted roads, mutant cryptids, cult rumors, secret tunnels, ghost-infested mansions, and children raised by cannibals in the woods.