If it feels like a speakeasy, that’s because it probably was one.

One of the few brewers in the U.S. experimenting with hop-free beers.

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

A nearly 100-year-old dining car in upstate New York embodies the golden age of roadside dining.

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

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

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

Whiskey lovers, this is your happy place.

Come for the waffles, stay for more waffles.

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

The only thing better than tubing down New Jersey's scenic Delaware River is doing so while eating a hot dog from a giant floating stand.

Some of Arizona's best spit-roasted tacos al pastor can be found at a weekend swap meet.

This unassuming retro burger joint was billed as “diner of the future” at the 1939 World's Fair.

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

Home to New Mexico's longest bar, this watering hole also has a mining museum and a haunted history.

This nearly 200-year-old restaurant's history includes an exiled French prince, JFK, and a very hungry Daniel Webster.

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

Follow the path behind this treat-slinging camper van to a sculpture garden in the forest.

These Benedictine nuns have been making artisanal cheeses since before it was cool.

In the middle of suburban Staten Island, a nearly 150-year-old bakery is preserving the art of a disappearing New York treat.

A logging-themed roadside restaurant surrounded by museum-quality machinery and artifacts from the industry's heyday.

Keeping Ballard's heritage alive with delicious, lightly battered Alaskan wild cod.

One of the last remnants of the city's Chinese nightclub scene is now a dive bar selling killer mai tais.

The only place for a truly presidential dram.