The interior of Yea's Wok is a cross between Boeing-nerdy and pastel-cutesy. Model airplanes top the tropical aquariums; paintings of horses alternate with photographs of aerospace engineers. This is where Boeing employees come to party—why that is, nobody knows. There's one menu in English and one in Chinese; if you are not Chinese, the staff will pretty much force you to order off the English menu. But even the Americanized items are damn good. The General Tso's, bathed in a sauce that is almost lemony, pleasantly acerbic, and absorbingly complex, is served on a mountain of fresh veg. The chilies in the Pepper Beef are more than just a spot of color on the plate: Smoky and overpowering, they're meant to be devoured. You do earn mad respect if you order off the Chinese menu, although expect to run the gauntlet to get ahold of it: Your best bet is to insist that you used to live in China and you know what real Chinese food is, DAMNIT! But this is probably not a good idea if you can't read Chinese and/or you're afraid of pig's blood.