When I'm cold and hungry, and there are wolves after me, I know Jay and Co. have my back.
Eats of Asia doesn't have anything vegan specific on the menu, but talk to any of the 3 J's behind the counter (tangent: "I finally know what the J in my middle name stands for! It stands for... JAY!" - Homer), and they'll whip up something tree-hugger suitable.
You don't even have to look presentable! I rolled in, post-gym, hair askew and dripping sweat, and they still made me the coziest bowl of Bibimbap goodness. I daydream about that eggplant. Nuggets of heaven. Why is every dish made from eggplants, delightful to say? Baba ghanoush. Bibimbap. VEGANBAP! Blitzkrieg bap?
ZAP.