Places Wutzer Wants to Go

Hidden in an ordinary Midtown building is a one-room museum dedicated to the greatest escape artist.

The one-stop shop for all of your superhero (or evil arch-nemesis) needs.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

A Pythagorean funhouse that tries, successfully, to prove that math is the coolest thing ever.

The oldest family-run luncheonette in New York, last renovated in 1948, still serves food and drinks the old-fashioned way.

Elevated freight railway turned wildly successful urban park.

New York's oldest magic store.

Outstanding taxidermy dioramas showcase the grandeur of the continent's wildlife with spooky realism.

Rare moles meet activism at this Oaxacan eatery.

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

Built just after the American Revolution, the oldest row house in New York City still stands in Chinatown.

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

Here, exhibits come with a side of edible history.

This micro-industry of Latino cuisine along Red Hook's Ball Fields represents a victory in a food fight with the city.

Hidden inside one of the world's most well-visited zoos is a secret plaque promising eternal life.

These ornate manhole covers were used for a now-forgotten purpose.

An exhibition space dedicated to American outsider art created between the 18th and 21st centuries.

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

This enormous banquet-themed artwork honors over 1,000 notable women throughout history.

New York City's only radical feminist independent bookstore.

This giant boulder is sandwiched between apartment complexes in upper Manhattan.

New York City's only wildlife rehabilitation center treats more than 3,000 feathered and furry patients each year.

Spike Lee's provocative film is officially honored right where it was made, the first time a work of art was used as a secondary street name.

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