A lot of cities are famous for their street food — crema-lathered elote on Avenida Michoacán, dirty-water dogs from a cart sitting at Broadway and 42nd, crispy arancini peddled by fruit vendors through the narrow alleyways of Palermo. But only Baltimore is known for its highway food. The Pulaski Highway, to be exact. Since the early 1970s, this 35-mile stretch from “East Bawlmor” to Abingdon has been Maryland’s open-air food court — a smoky corridor of roadside shacks carving

For those of you who scored high on your SATs or have taken in the breathtaking views of Fall Creek Gorge between classes — you already know. For everyone else, sorry, but this story won’t involve a velvet wide-brimmed hat with a feather, an ivory-handled cane, or any buff dudes hanging upside down doing crunches. Because a P.M.P. has nothing to do with cats named Dolemite or Fifty Cent. It has everything to do with Poor Man’s Pizza   — more specifically, Ithaca, New York’s l

Much like Seattle’s grunge scene in the early 1990s, Coney Island, Brooklyn had its own underground movement in the 1910s. Only it wasn’t a young Kurt Cobain playing at Central Saloon, or Cornell and Vedder humming what would later become Hunger Strike before a Mookie Blaylock rehearsal. It was kitchens full of cooks with last names like Todoroff, Rigas, Keros, and Mallis sharpening their knives inside the hot dog sphere of Charles Feltman — the man who turned a pushcart into

It’s about 100 miles from Los Angeles to Palm Springs—making it the ideal getaway under Old Hollywood’s “two-hour rule.” Studio heads...