Places katehawes Wants to Go

A B.Y.O.B. Mexican cantina lives inside one of the last tortilla factories in Brooklyn.

There’s a secret bunker inside the Brooklyn Bridge, but the city won’t say where.

Discovered by cows, these upstate New York show caves are presented with a healthy dose of psychedelic folk art.

Behind a grungy bodega facade, a Poblano family serves rich, home-cooked meals.

A forsaken wonder in the middle of the East Side neighborhood.

In the middle of suburban Staten Island, a nearly 150-year-old bakery is preserving the art of a disappearing New York treat.

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 Central New York ghost town was once a prosperous railroad community.

Relics given to a Manhattan church to avoid seizure by the Italian government.

Feral cats keeping the rodent population at bay all across Greenpoint waterfront.

Hidden in one of New York's oldest subway stations is the final remnant of the site of the bizarre Shakespeare Riots.

These World War I shooting range tunnels are now haunted halls of underground graffiti accessed through the roots of a tree.

America's greatest forgotten garden and the former stomping grounds of Son of Sam.

A former insane asylum despised by Nelly Bly and Charles Dickens is now fashionable apartments.

Come for the pastrami, stay for the million-dollar art.

In the middle of downtown Brooklyn lies a 165 year old secret hidden right below the surface (closed to the public indefinitely).

This historic address is home to the beloved ball and is an almost totally empty building among the most expensive real estate in the world.

Nature and beauty amidst pollution and industrial wreckage.

A whimsical, but often overlooked clock in Park Avenue.

Walk into the 19th century without leaving Brooklyn.

Come for the waffles, stay for more waffles.

A deteriorating 1990s Girl Scout camp in a beautiful lush park on Lake Ontario.

America's oldest Eastern European synagogue provided the immigrants of crowded Lower East Side tenements a space of sanctuary.

What was once a trend-setting, phrase-coining icon of architectural splendor is now a rotting, forgotten hulk.