This metal shop's yard is filled with cutout art including an Eiffel Tower replica and Noah's Arch.

Elaborate drama imparts an appreciation for 19th century hardships.

The home where a lovestruck Fitzgerald wrote his first published novel, "This Side of Paradise."

When flour explodes, it's not a pretty sight.

Equal parts record-breaking temple to consumerism and bizarre fun park, it's more than you think it is...

Home to the Amorphophallus titanum "Corpse Flower," which is among the largest flowers in the world and also smells powerfully of rotting flesh when in bloom.

Half of a waterfall goes into the river while the other half seems to disappear.

This bright yellow building is packed with sweet treats from all around the world, from chocolate-covered crickets to whoopie pies.

This iconic L.A. bookshop is housed in an abandoned bank—both symbolic and chic.

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

Now the site of a high school, this was almost the location of the largest cathedral in the US.

The world's largest collection of materials relating to lesbian history is housed in a Brooklyn townhouse.

Micro-distillery in Brooklyn produces New York’s first homemade rum since Prohibition.

A big shiny gin and whiskey distillery in Sunset Park.

Nature and beauty amidst pollution and industrial wreckage.

Once a popular watering hole among longshoremen and shipyard workers, this neighborhood treasure spans more than 100 years of Red Hook history.

Underground vaults of a former brewery beneath Brooklyn's Crown Heights are now used to ripen cheese.

Risk arrest while partying to fund art.

A working metal shop and venue for outrageous art and music shows in a former cannonball factory.

Come for the pastrami, stay for the million-dollar art.

Come for the sustainable organic chocolate, stay for the sustainable organic booze.

“Invented in Key West, Perfected in Brooklyn."

Sniff the Titan Arum's rotting flesh.

If New Orleans is the birthplace of the "cocktail," why does their own museum of cocktail memorabilia beg to differ?