This simple Manhattan salt house is artfully shaped... well, like a giant granule of salt.

During the 19th century, you could pay for violence off a prix fixe menu on this Manhattan street.

Order scoops of pandan, lychee, and black sesame at this family-run institution.

An aptly-named street near the birthplace of the modern LGBT rights movement.

The oldest operating apothecary in the US has treated everyone from Thomas Edison to Mark Twain.

Stunningly detailed mosaics in a New York subway station bring life to the Weimaraners of artist William Wegman's work—and to thousands of commutes.

Hiroshima survivor on Riverside Drive.

Once considered the height of medical modernity, this structure is now the oldest remaining component of Roosevelt Hospital.

Two large-scale sculptures of Adam and Eve greet visitors in the nude at the Time Warner Center in NYC.

The oldest living tree in Manhattan comes shrouded in sinister legend.

The former sign of this immortal music venue is just that--undying.

A bit of retro transportation flair preserved in the world's largest department store.

A grand New York post office that is home to mailman Santas, scraps of postal history, and a pneumatic mail system.

This semi-hidden Manhattan restaurant is based out of a loading dock.

Cheap pizza and all of your naughty bedroom needs housed in a stunning example of Art Nouveau architecture.

Hidden in an ordinary Midtown building is a one-room museum dedicated to the greatest escape artist.

Everyone from Mark Twain to Teddy Roosevelt has a pipe hanging from the walls of this historic chophouse.

A notorious punk house turned co-op.

This former crime corner has been turned into an eclectic community center.

A hidey-hole sandwiched between cellphone, DVD, and jewelry stores features Tibetan delights.

This sculpture presents commentary on a life in pursuit of profits.

Every weekend, the parking lot of this Buddhist temple turns into a Thai street-food paradise.

Established in the '60s, a family-owned tropical drink bar founded by Ray Buhen, bartender to the stars.

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