Places jonnnyhowes Wants to Go

Though strikingly beautiful, Seattle's other railway station is now largely forgotten.

Tacoma’s 25-foot coffee pot music spot has served up over 80 years of concrete kitsch.

This futuristic airport terminal was abandoned for decades before reopening as a hotel—with a vintage plane of its own parked out back.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

Wooden pavers represent a 17th-century barrier that gave Wall Street its name.

Built hundreds of years ago this downtown iron barrier once protected a much despised king.

A touching tribute to the "Queen of Soul."

The world’s oldest and biggest bookstore stocking only mystery, crime fiction, espionage, and thrillers.

This stone tower in a small town's graveyard looks as though it would be more at home in a fairy tale.

This mysterious artificial cave has long puzzled New Englanders.

More gold than anywhere else, ever.

Where now stands a 42-story condominium tower of marble, glass and steel was once the central market of New York’s slave trade.

This curved Manhattan building was built to house the opulence of John D. Rockefeller's oil empire.

Unrepaired walls from a 1920 anarchist bomb attack.

A celebration of capitalism in Midtown.

Under a glass sidewalk lie the remains of some of Manhattan's oldest buildings.

Brooklyn’s wildest restaurant is serving ice cream in snail shells and marrow bones.

Oh, just a motel on the edge of the desert decorated with thousands of clowns conveniently located next to an abandoned graveyard.

The final resting place of the great escape artist, where some still gather to wait for his escape from death.

The final resting place of the first documented Chinese person in the United States lies in a Boston cemetery.

The remnants of a Gilded Age elegance preserved in the middle of a stark modern tower.

This bookstore for weird fiction doubles as Providence’s de facto center for information about H.P. Lovecraft.

A museum dedicated to the quirky and colorful world created by Springfield's favorite son.

Dedicated to the neverending mathematical constant, this plaque next to a park bench was sponsored by an anonymous benefactor.