I hope you carry Kleenex in your purse—because you’re gonna need ’em once your nose starts running from the spice of White Owl Social Club’s Mr. Nice Guy wings! If you have good manners, you’ll also want them for your gooey mitts, which will be covered in slightly sweet spices—spices you should really just lick off like you’re a famished medieval knight while you eat along to heavy metal in one of the city’s most pleasant back patios. Because come on: Life is short, and nothing goes better with a Rainier and a shot of whiskey than juicy chicken-meat with lime, scallions, and a kick of heat at the finish. As an added bonus, you’ll probably get to admire other people’s cute dogs while you tuck in. Winter is coming with its cold gray freeze! We need to get our sunshiny joys in while we can. MEGAN BURBANK