Once a month, an Indonesian feast appears inside an Elmhurst church hall.

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

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

This speakeasy continues the Prohibition-era legacy of Harlem's jazzy Swing Street.

Make a tough dinner decision: Octopus wasabi roulette or bull penis?

New York's oldest magic store.

Come for the waffles, stay for more waffles.

Finally, you don't have to be a pious Swedish seaman to relax like one.

The name of this tiny pocket park tucked between two buildings on Manhattan's Upper West Side is Latin for its location: "seventy-one."

A miniature rainforest is growing inside of a Midtown Manhattan office building.

A way to take your secrets to someone else's grave.

A Wisconsin kitsch palace from the 1930s lives its second life in 21st-century Brooklyn.

Every animal in the torah taxidermied and crammed into a Brooklyn townhouse.

This small, hidden cove is home to abandoned boats.

This former Norwegian sailor's church is slowly being taken over by ramshackle robot musicians.

Just your average Marie Antoinette–themed speakeasy in an abandoned 19th-century subway tunnel.