Places nejuum Wants to Go

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

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

The only working large-scale tea plantation in the United States.

Get your cosplay on at Milwaukie’s only Medieval fantasy-themed mead hall.

At this former Prohibition speakeasy, electric birds signaled the arrival of hooch.

Hidden inside this Arizona fast food franchise is an in-depth exhibit on the famed WWII counterintelligence program.

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

Nothing says indulgence like a 1,500-pound chocolate castle.

An easy to overlook storefront hides some of the most authentic and regionally diverse Chinese food in New York.

Offering commanding views of the California coastline, this restaurant was a hub for the artists and bohemians of Big Sur.

Sit where JFK proposed to Jackie or where Nixon dined on meatloaf at this storied pub.

In the back of a nondescript sports bar is a museum-worthy mural by legendary cartoonists.

This small-town pizzeria won the Hollywood lottery.

Unusual books about food and drink abound in this 19th-century New York townhouse.

This café is dedicated to serving coffee roasted by Native American-owned companies.

A brass plaque dedicated to a convicted cannibal hangs in the National Press Club, and that's not even the craziest part of the story.

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

This Russian bar-restaurant lies within a three-story underground bathhouse.

The world's oldest soul food restaurant is also one of its best.

This restaurant has been a haven for D.C.'s LGBTQ community since the 1950s.

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

A Frankenstein blend of science and art allows one tree to produce 40 different types of stone fruit.

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

From working out of his garage to the James Beard semifinals, one Tucson baker has kept his fan base—and his grains—local.