Breakfast of (Feminist) Champions

For a food truck that caters to the bleary-eyed morning masses, Sunny Up packs an awful lot of culinary intrigue into a breakfast sandwich. Tomato jam amplifies the Ruth Bacon Ginsburg; Italian seasoning gives new dimension to the Sausage Patti Smith. The vegetarian Frida Avokahlo actually makes kale seem decadent. The only thing better than the femtastic sandwich names: those harissa-dusted hash brown patties. —Allecia Vermillion

Sip on Gin and Juice

Laid-back vibes await inside the Dynasty Room, a low-lit bar recently reborn inside the old Four Seas restaurant space in Chinatown–International District. The building will be completely redeveloped eventually, but until then find competent bar snacks—kalbi ribs, spicy popcorn chicken—and seriously good cocktails, like the Dynasty Dweller: gin, lemon juice, lemon-berry-sage syrup, butterfly-pea flower tea, soda. It’s a bright, refreshing tipple tucked inside a dark drinking den. —Rosin Saez

Not-So-Subtle Sandwiches

The serve-yourself hot sauce shelf could be this White Center sandwich shop’s manifesto: various bottles labeled with names like Dirty Dick (smoked jalapeños and onions) and Tijuana Necktie (jalapeños, cilantro, mustard). Not that sandwiches at Brass Knuckle Bistro require additional condiments. Swinery alum Case Justham does all his own meats; his renditions of pastrami, cheesesteak, and even a Nashville hot chicken sandwich each pack a carefully constructed wallop. Go there without delay. Get fries. —AV

Please Send Noodles

A tangle of naked wheat noodles topped with minced pork seems like a simple dish—until it’s tossed with the red pool of sesame and chili oil that hides underneath, coating it with glossy heat. These noodles are emblematic of the Rainier Avenue restaurant itself: Outside, Little Chengdu is a fairly nondescript building, but inside, spicy dumplings and Sichuan-peppered dishes reveal big flavors. —RS