I’ve been back in NYC for a few days now…beet and fig at Il Laboratorio del Gelato, Congee Village (hello, braised tofu!) with Amy and Dominique, Amorino, coffee cake at Lafayette, Pio Pio lunch and cuppings with Lucy, burgers and cocktails with Greg at The Library at the Public Theater, Chris’ birthday, and Motorino with Don.
Ahh the energy here is good! I am happy to be home.
A new place on 7th Street opened three days ago. It’s called Tea Drunk and believe it or not, it’s the only traditional Chinese tea house we have in Manhattan. Pure teas, Chinese teas…my type of place.
I visited Sunday morning and sat for a 2011 raw pu’erh from You Le Mountain (one of the six ancient mountains) in Yunnan. It’s an experience that is wonderful shared with friends, but equally enchanting when you are alone.
Take a look at the full tea menu here.
Here’s the pu’erh after the third steep, it’s super full, robust, and rounded.
It was so much fun to chat with the owner, Shunan, about different types of pu’erh. Pu’erhs from the six ancient mountains are decidedly more “complete” in flavor with a soft sweetness that lingered in my mouth for hours after.
The teas are available for sale by the ounce or cake…
…as well as a large selection of teaware.
I sat at the bar section of the tea house, but if you visit with others, sit at a table and drink the afternoon away…
…after all, “tea drunk” is a real thing. But unlike booze drunk, tea drunk leaves you in a gentle state of bliss.