WANGS N THANGS Every now and then, we stumble across a secret that we want to hold on to, fearful that disclosure to you, dear reader, will disrupt our little piece of solace. But because we do love you, dear reader, we think you should know about Wang’s, and more important, about Wang’s wangs. Just a few steps north of Wakamono in Boystown, you’ll find Henry Chang’s tchotchke-ridden bar Wang’s, which looks a lot like a place you’d wander into, whisper a secret code word and wait for the Asian guy with the lazy eye from Big Trouble in Little China to appear with some powdered tiger penis to cure whatever ails you. So far, that hasn’t happened. But when you show up between 5pm and 8pm and order a drink, you get access to the three golden globe-shaped containers that make up the complimentary buffet. It doesn’t really matter what’s behind globe No. 1 and globe No. 2, because it’s globe No. 3 that contains your dinner. The sweet and spicy chicken wings (a.k.a. “wangs” on the menu) are sticky, messy things that hide tender meat and a crescendo of honey-soy-chile flavor. Eat all you want; just save a barstool for us. 3317 N Broadway between Aldine Ave and Buckingham Pl (773-296-6800).