Places phildzielski Wants to Go

Outside a small brewery, a Gothic fountain that once provided water to thirsty horses.

While The Dick Lane Velodrome is Atlanta’s official home of track cycling and Georgia's only velodrome, many are unfamiliar with this community gem.

A herd of roughly 250 American bison roam these plains.

This collection features more than 240 antiquarian maps from around the world, in addition to historical views and plates focusing on North Florida.

This site is home to ancient petroglyphs and pictographs dating back to 6,000 B.C.

A church now sits over the site of one of the worst urban disasters of early 19th-century America.

A psychedelic labyrinth on the San Francisco bay.

This bakery and museum offers tours of the tastes and mythology of Aachen's signature spice biscuit—just don't ask for the recipe.

Extremely famous in his native country, this Cracovian painter is all but unknown beyond Polish borders.

Down this Cracovian street resides a plaque with a stark message about the city's air pollution.

Learn the fine art of making a centuries-old treat at this hands-on food museum.

A microbiologist-chef is slinging noodles with hyperlocal Nordic ingredients.

Maybe the only restaurant in the world where your seat will be signed by a Nobel laureate.

This restaurant's specialty is "a major enigma for food historians."

Taste freshly foraged yarrow and black locust blossoms at this ambitious cocktail bar.

Grapes be damned, this distillery makes wine from apples, blueberries, cranberries, and more.

Some of the best pastries in "the Czech heritage capital of Texas" come from a gas station off I-35.

Step past the gas pumps and into a fine French bistro.

Learn to drink tea like an Estonian at this museum.

This pub boasts a curious history and may have inspired a Dickens character.

Jimi Hendrix's legendary recording studio in Greenwich Village.

This memorial honors thousands of enslaved Africans and their descendants who died in colonial New York.

One kilometer of thick brass rod laid out before your eyes.

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