Wagamamma's

there is a chain of japanese restaurants called wagamamma's. waiters take your dishes on an electronic device which beams it straight back to the kitchen - which is in the back but you can see the cooks making your food. they have the best noodles and desserts -- and their dumplings are to die for. whenever we didn't want to eat in the dining hall, which was almost all the time, we would head up to high street and find ourselves sitting at wagamamma's, on the benches and usually sitting next to some complete strangers. i would order my usual miso soup with the sweet potato dish and water and listen to my friends oogle over the cute waiter, rueben, who worked there. and i would stare at the cooks who were quite busy but looking very cute being so. wagamamma's...i wish we had places like that here. bring a bit of london back to the states and visit it whenever i wanted to.
wagamamma's was more than food - it was almost like an escape from everything - school, work, life in general. it was on the third floor of a building and as i rode the elevator, it felt as if i was being taken away from the anxiety and stress of the day. i knew there would be good food and conversation waiting for me at the top. my stomach would grumble in anticipation, hoping there wasn't a long line in front of me. my week almost revolved around my next visit.
where are those kind of places here? i guess i just haven't found a restaurant that makes me feel completely at home or with friends that i will cherish forever.