Forget $4 spring rolls; this is Pan-Asian Cusine plus Lower-East Side Cool. Your future husband is downstairs, attending a private party in the cavernous, set-decorated lower lounge area, while you are indulging in a mouthwatering Hanger Mignon and a cocktail with friends upstairs. You meet at the ATM at the top flight of the staircase. You bring up the challenge of eating edamame politely and the ultra-laid back waitstaff; he mentions that he’s heard the owner of China 1 got all of the furnishings from China, and goes on to discuss his own adventures in Shanghai. He’s a businessman with a penchant for travel and poetry. This is not a bad start. Not at all.