Cha-An, East Village
Everything Japanese is so pretty. The people, the food, the multi-functional intelligent lavatories (which they happen to have at this particular teahouse) - it all shows attention to detail without over-complication.
The ambiance of the place is such that I would want to come here on a Sunday afternoon, and sit alone at a corner table, with but the company of my journal and a calligraphy pen, philosophizing and sipping tea. That is, if I was a person who was inclined to do that sort of thing.
Real talk, I am more likely to come here with some friends and share the black sesame crème brulee. It’s a dessert that looks more like a small sculpture from a museum of ancient history that you’re not allowed to touch, but you’ll want to attack it as soon as it hits the table. The good stuff is at the bottom - the brulee - but atop are the perfect complements to the custard: a cool scoop of black sesame ice cream and a crisp black sesame cookie. The difference between this and a traditional crème brulee is similar to that between a Japanese game show and its U.S. adaptation: for some reason, the Japanese version just works better.