Places Clur Wants to Go

One of Kyoto's oldest food establishments has supplied soba noodles to temple priests and the Imperial Palace.

In a 345-million-year-old cave that's 200 feet underground, dinner awaits.

The Jewish diaspora shares a menu at this museum café.

Some of New York's best tacos can be found in the back of an unassuming bodega in Queens.

In this beloved beach town, a secret seafood haven lies tucked behind a car wash.

With print dying, this local paper keeps the lights on by doubling as a stunning cafe and cocktail bar.

Order “Proletariat’s Cutlet” at this communist-themed restaurant allegedly once visited by Lenin.

A bronze sculpture of a monkey sits outside this factory, which has made an anise-flavored liqueur for over 150 years.

Some of the greatest minds in the history of Hungarian art and science converged in this café.

This historic pub is a hidden gem for fans of Lewis Carroll.

One of the last remnants of the city's Chinese nightclub scene is now a dive bar selling killer mai tais.

Here, cows that make vodka are treated like celebrities.

Remnants of the city's Soviet history hover over this modern fast-food outlet.

A historic shipbuilding town is home to a sail-through fish-and-chips shop.

Historic cuisine meets fine dining in a hotel-restaurant overlooking Hyde Park.

In this medieval fish bowl, the carp weren't pets.

Why settle for barbecue chips when you can get actual barbecue?

One of the oldest continuously-operated gay bars in the United States is allegedly haunted by Truman Capote and Tennessee Williams.

A gorgeous mural outside a beloved D.C. restaurant pays homage to famous Black Americans.

A local dive where religious kitsch, Southern identity, and queer culture collide.

This sculpture commemorates the first instance of an American president pardoning a turkey.

A small Wyoming town is home to the state's oldest-operating soda fountain.

In the Hugging Tree Forest, lingonberry marshmallows, hot chocolates, and the best campfire lattes north of the Arctic Circle come to you.

Whimsical cookie-themed plaques mark the birthplace of the Fig Newton.