Places DBlock1001 Wants to Go

The flagship building of an early national restaurant chain is a superb example of terra cotta art.

In the main dining room, a nine-ton boulder caps the fireplace designed by local architect Earl Young.

Nestled amid the peaks and lochs of the Scottish Highlands, this inn and pub has played host to outlaws and ghosts.

Bootleggers ran booze beneath this building before (and after) Route 66 appeared beside it.

A 200-year-old tavern challenges guests to finish a glass of wine while hanging from a ceiling beam.

Worship at the altar of seafood at this shop housed inside the town's oldest stone church.

Rumored to have been frequented by Vincent van Gogh, it's the only remaining genever producer in the Hague.

Made from local Irish moss, this pie is served only in Prince Edward Island's potato museum.

A hidden bar inside an ad agency has a deliberately misleading name, so employees can stay late under pretext of paperwork.

Built in the 1970s, this curious modular home found new life as a sundae-shaped ice cream stand.

Monks in the empyreal Alazani River valley have preserved their 1,000-year-old winemaking tradition.

This 1,700-pound edible sculpture is way better than your average chocolate mousse.

In the mid-20th century, a tamale-slinging juke joint attracted a diverse clientele in the Mississippi Delta.

These small stands sell Malian snacks to worshippers and passersby after Friday prayers in Harlem.

Serving Central Asian breads that range from cracker-crisp to warm and fluffy, this bakery brings Bukhara to Queens.

A hidey-hole sandwiched between cellphone, DVD, and jewelry stores features Tibetan delights.

This historic pub has maintained much of its 1906 decor, including a small sequestered room for women, where orders were slipped through a tiny window.

This architectural onion has an original 1930's Jerry O'Mahony dining car at its core.

The first patented shaved-ice machine heralded a snowy wonderland of iced treats at a favorite New Orleans summer shack.

Dance on a hand-hewn log floor padded with bouncy boxcar springs at a saloon built in 1883.

When a supermarket opened up shop within a medieval building it became protected by UNESCO on a technicality.

One of Detroit’s oldest blues clubs stands in defiance of the passage of time and the city’s shifting fortunes.

Fast food feels like fine dining at this award-winning modern Georgian building.

You'll need cowboy boots to trek to this old-fashioned saloon nestled in a giant natural cave.