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

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

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.

There's a crumbling old mansion inside the Smithsonian National Zoo.

An obscure public service from the U.S. government that redeems burnt, moldy, and soiled old greenbacks.

The famous abolitionist’s preserved estate is one of Washington's finest monuments to its great Black citizens.

The childhood home of the famous general's mother is now a small, walled garden.

One tiny triangular park commemorates the victims of a yellow fever epidemic—many of whom are buried right below the grass.

A cement mixer-turned-kaleidoscope in downtown Norfolk offers different views of the city.

This old-fashioned carhop restaurant gave the world the waffle cone.

A hidden art gallery in an abandoned Warsaw fort.

Winding country roads in eastern West Virginia lead to an extraordinary place populated by fiberglass giants.

This schoolhouse for Black American children is one of the oldest remaining in southeastern Ohio.

This red-eyed chrome beast pays homage to the popular modern myth of West Virginia's insectoid monster.

A small storefront museum explores the history and myth of West Virginia's famous urban legend.

The only known Futuro house in North Carolina sits along a stretch of desolate highway on the Outer Banks.  .

Take in a rare, face-to-face glimpse of Lady Liberty at this tucked away Red Hook park.