Places MitchHellman Wants to Go

This shop filled with oddities and knick-knacks is named for a 19th-century charlatan.

The oldest active mini golf course in the U.S. has an elegant Art Deco style filled with lush tropical plants.

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

Run by members of the Tohono O'odham Nation, this community farm nurtures traditional desert cultivars.

This collection of neon icons is preserving Arizona's history, one sign at a time.

A Tucson museum and performance space full of found-object movable sculptures.

This bomb shelter-themed bar has barely changed since it opened.

This hidden treasure provides a charming access point along the south side of Baker Park.

By night, this auto repair shop turns into a taquería serving up some of the city's finest al pastor tacos.

This bakery sits on the site of the Black Panther Party's first headquarters.

One of the most acclaimed eateries in Arkansas is a two-table diner on the ground floor of a family home.

Don't get it twisted: This is the oldest pretzel bakery in the United States.

Get past the gatekeeper's apartment and enter an elaborate hoax of a restaurant with a Masonic feel.

The mayor made the declaration in 2004.

Definitely not a clown bar.

On East Burnside, a 24-hour vending machine distributes world-class pastries.

Hundreds of handmade critters fill this tiny window gallery in the heart of Portland's Alberta Arts District.

An emporium for the weird, creepy, rare, and just plain gross.

A hidden alley in urban Baltimore is a haven for graffiti artists.

Every hour on the hour a naked heroine and her leering foil appear from this giant cuckoo clock.

More than a century old, this cast iron bridge on the Balmoral Estate leads to nowhere.

You may get stranded and everyone's peeing in the water, but at least there's cocktails!

A 200-year-old bar in the historic French Quarter refuses to give up its place in history, nor its role in securing ours.

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