In his review of the delicious Prime Meats, which I fear is now going to become even more crowded (the weisswurst and the spaetzle are otherwordly), Sifton describes the staff as “exceptionally well trained and efficient, a crew of handsome men and women dressed as if ready to ride horses back home to Bushwick, where they trap beaver and make their own candles.”
Sounds about right. Also sounds like a delightful one-sentence description of my ideal man.
I know we can’t all write like Sam Sifton, but give it a shot. Your attempt to paint an enchanting little portrait of your perfect mate (or friend or whatever). Go!