The vaulted ceiling is home to a scurry of “squirrelgoyles.”

Its columns were all carved from the same white oak tree.

A grand Gothic Revival basilica with stained glass depictions of Montreal's religious history has only one soul resting in its crypt.

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

Thomas Jefferson's estate is home to hundreds of varieties of historic fruits and vegetables.

You don't have to be an ambassador to dine like one.

Why settle for barbecue chips when you can get actual barbecue?

This architectural onion has an original 1930's Jerry O'Mahony dining car at its core.

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

An eatery within the Minneapolis American Indian Center writes colonial ingredients out of the story of Native American cuisine.

Come for the waffles, stay for more waffles.

Sit where JFK proposed to Jackie or where Nixon dined on meatloaf at this storied pub.

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

Have a steam and some blini at this cafe in a century-old bathhouse.

A 115-year-old restored German dining hall awaits those who venture beneath the Minnesota State Capitol.

This Old West eatery along America's Loneliest Road was originally a stop on the Pony Express.

The world's largest commercially available hamburger is complete with 15 pounds of lettuce, 30 pounds of bacon, and 36 pounds of cheese.

This French Canadian classic is a specialty of the oldest continually used church in Minneapolis.

Those belting out show tunes might not realize this piano bar marks the site where Thomas Paine died in 1809.

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.

This mansion turned restaurant was once a pitstop for Al Capone during his travels.

A Jewish deli run by Yemeni Muslims in an Afro-Caribbean neighborhood is quintessential Brooklyn.

From working out of his garage to the James Beard semifinals, one Tucson baker has kept his fan base—and his grains—local.