Places tschd85 Wants to Go

This giant ice cream cone is the last remaining icon of a Salt Lake City staple.

One of the oldest producers of hand-folded fortune cookies still uses its original secret recipe.

This bar is filled with Star Wars merchandise from around the world, all of it unlicensed knockoffs.

One man's love for East Coast diner culture brought an entire eatery all the way from New Jersey to Colorado.

One of the city’s oldest watering holes was originally the home of a famous James Brown (not that one).

One of the few Glatt kosher delis in the United States is a cornerstone of its Hasidic neighborhood.

A giant milk bottle from the 1930s beckons drivers to this diner.

An everyday Jackson Heights bodega conceals a Mexican seafood paradise.

For roadside fast food, pull over at the giant orange.

This mom-and-pop Japanese sweets shop has been serving cloud-light mochi for almost a century.

A taste of Middle Earth, in the middle of the Bayou City.

This unassuming retro burger joint was billed as “diner of the future” at the 1939 World's Fair.

A KFC honors an eighth-century Chinese poet with holograms and verse.

Every dish at this restaurant claims to have a health benefit.

This family-owned bakery is one of the last places in Brooklyn to sell the Nation of Islam–inspired bean pie.

The oldest family-run restaurant in the United States is a living museum of New Orleans dining history.

The first ever diner included on the National Register of Historic Places is famous for its custard French toast.

This subterranean oyster house has been the pearl of Grand Central Station since 1913.

Some of New York's best tacos can be found in the back of an unassuming bodega in Queens.

An abandoned church gets a second life as a massive beer hall and event space.

Sip whey-based vodka at the first Native-owned distillery opened on a reservation in centuries.

A 1950s Googie burger stand is now a Los Angeles landmark.

One of Chicago's last seafood smokehouses perfects a dying breed of fishcraft.

Crammed into several rooms of a Staten Island home, this museum is a vodka-soaked paean to the pleasures of drinking.