The tiniest tiki room in San Diego.

A couple turned their front yard into an artistic masterpiece.

Behind this beachfront shop lies a spectacular, colorful sea cave with an equally colorful past.

This unauthorized stone mermaid was secretly carved out of public stone before being permanently preserved.

A restaurant on Staten Island showcases a different grandmother’s cooking every night.

An eatery within a Bay Area Buddhist temple pulls off all your favorite Vietnamese classics without the meat.

One of the most acclaimed eateries in Arkansas is a two-table diner on the ground floor of a family home.

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

This little museum has an exhibit devoted to the elusive forest denizens.

The bad-ass ride of a soul legend, housed in one of the world's few soul museums.

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

Every day a troupe of pampered water fowl walk the red carpet to their favorite fountain.

The hotel where Martin Luther King Jr. was shot is now a museum dedicated to his work.

The juke joint where legendary soul artists ate, drank, and made merry.

The oldest family-run luncheonette in New York, last renovated in 1948, still serves food and drinks the old-fashioned way.

Mexican food and folk art.

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

Dioramas and animatronics lead you through the story of Bhagavad-gita, the Indian literary classic.

A black and white mural stands out from its psychedelic surroundings.

Quirky water tower advertises the long-gone Brooks Tomato Products Co.

This Little Rock legend has survived decades of rowdy crowds, three fires, and a zombie wedding.

The shop's owner has spent decades in the desert wearing nothing but a strategically placed sock.

Open since 1938, this diner has kept its fountain, malt machine, and all the gum that greasers left beneath its counter.

The installation’s official name, “You Who Are Getting Obliterated in the Dancing Swarm of Fireflies,” says it all.