Places LaLa13 Wants to Go

A classic Route 66 landmark that was built with scrap lumber and is held together with kitsch and puns.

Founded by members of the Tohono O’odham Nation, this one-room joint's James Beard–winning fry bread is light as a cloud.

Open since 1938, this diner has kept its fountain, malt machine, and all the gum that greasers left beneath its counter.

A self-built castle made by a mysterious man.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.