Places Wendy Jones Wants to Go

The storied steakhouse is the last in a long line of Lebanese-owned supper clubs in Tulsa.

What happens when a chef with Indigenous roots takes over a hotel-restaurant?

In the bowels of a 19th-century brewery lurks a fine-dining restaurant offering an array of themed feasts.

Blowtorches, tuna, and a jolly, chain-smoking proprietor mark this beloved street-food stand.

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

A pastry shop specializing in Sephardic sweets serves historic recipes in Ribadavia’s Jewish quarter.

Classic game cookery takes center stage at what's widely considered London's oldest restaurant.

This gas station offers wine tastings and craft beer.

Try a classic Necco candy bar being resurrected in a small suburban shop.

Take afternoon tea in a 17th-century almshouse.

One of Kyoto's oldest food establishments has supplied soba noodles to temple priests and the Imperial Palace.

This giant wooden treehouse within a sprawling garden has its own eatery.

The Jewish diaspora shares a menu at this museum café.

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

Take Soviet nostalgia to new heights by toasting the first man in space over a full spread of Belarusian and Soviet fare.

High-end dining has a home in this former gas station.

Flip your own pancakes in this old sugar mill within a Florida state park.

In this beloved beach town, a secret seafood haven lies tucked behind a car wash.

Order “Proletariat’s Cutlet” at this communist-themed restaurant allegedly once visited by Lenin.

With print dying, this local paper keeps the lights on by doubling as a stunning cafe and cocktail bar.

At this snack-shack in the bucolic British countryside, you can still get a slice of socialism with your spot of tea.

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

This frog-themed restaurant was frequented by Picasso, Saint-Exupéry, and more.

According to this bar, God gave an “11th commandment” to Antwerp: Thou shalt drink beer.