Places tweierick Wants to Go

This Venice bookstore has resigned itself to constant flooding by keeping its books in bathtubs and boats.

Architectural monsters are devouring this palace's every door and window.

Ask nicely, and stewards of a centuries-old charitable tradition will give you free bread and beer.

After a traumatic encounter with a six-foot eel, one Galway baker started making a daily loaf of sourdough in its shape.

Taste the white whiskey that the United States' first president once distilled and enjoyed.

Test your business savvy and play the market for cocktails at this stock exchange-inspired watering hole.

A veritable variety of odds and ends.

Reverend Jen's unique museum/living room showcases her troll collection.

Come for the waffles, stay for more waffles.

A Ukrainian church canteen doles out hearty fare in an East Village basement.

Behind a grungy bodega facade, a Poblano family serves rich, home-cooked meals.

For almost a century, this East Village newsstand has served egg creams to beats, hippies, punks, and everything in between.

A quick trip around the globe through an amazing miniature exhibit.

The first museum in the United States dedicated entirely to posters.

The studio of influential composer Charles Ives is perfectly reconstructed, hidden in the back of the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

This nostalgic blast from the grooming past is also a working barbershop.

Set sail on a small scale.

A plaque immortalizes the spot where the early American spy said his famous last words: "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country."

Some of the best Persian food in New York comes from the front window of an unassuming pizza shop.

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

A museum collection honoring the long history of the FDNY is held in a disused Manhattan fire house.

Church in Manhattan holds the bloody sock of Padre Pio, among with many other unusual relics.

One of the few remaining American elm trees in New York’s Tompkins Square Park was the birthplace of a new religion.

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