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Beyond the iconic, show-stopping displays—the grizzly bear in the Hall of North American Mammals, the 94-feet long blue whale, the prehistoric Barosaurus skeleton rearing up as if to scare the adjacent Allosaurus skeleton—is an expertly curated, 150-year-old museum that fills visitors of all ages with a curiosity about the universe. Whether you’re interested in the world below our feet or the cultures of faraway lands or the stars light-years beyond our reach, your visit is bound to teach you a few things you never knew. With four floors filled to the brim with artifacts, you could spend a whole day just looking at the taxidermied animals that hail from North America, Asia, Africa, rain forests and the ocean. Or, conversely, spend a day like an anthropologist and study indigenous Americans, Asian cultures, African peoples, Pacific tribes, and, before these rich cultures existed, the evolutionary origins of humans and our near (now extinct) cousins, like neanderthals. Also don't miss the new wing called the Gilder Center, which houses a butterfly vivarium, an insectarium and a 360-degree immersive experience, in an architectural masterpiece.

Inspired by the bathing traditions of ancient Greece, Rome and Ottoman civilizations, AIRE Ancient Baths first debuted in New York back in 2012, one of the first businesses to jump-start the city's obsession with all things wellness. Back in the day, public bathhouses were large, extravagant places where people would lounge in various water pools to clean themselves and cure their ailments. This Spanish import elegantly brings that traditional wellness experience to New York with the first overseas location of its luxury bathhouse minichain. (Along with this Tribeca flagship, there's also a sister spot on the Upper East Side.) The basement level of the gigantic three-story space houses the spacious, open room of baths, which consist of hot, cold, saltwater and multijet pools alongside steam and hot-stone rooms where you can lounge. Enjoy serene, candlelit thermal baths, massages, and signature treatments; right now, a thorough, two-hour Ancient Relaxing Massage 45' costs $225 per person. 

Bánh Anh Em sells about 2,000 bánh mì sandwiches a week, often selling out before the doors close for the night. It isn't too surprising there's such a fervor here, as chef Nhu Ton is a master of the craft. At her third restaurant in the city, chef Ton takes a very hands-on approach, blending a mix of ground pork, chicken liver, crispy onions and dashes of fish sauce to make an unctuous spread of pate. She also bakes trays of glossy, crackly loaves right before the doors open at 6pm (but not before the lines form; that can start as early as five). It all ladders up to a formidable formation of bánh mìs, including the go-to O.G. Bánh Mì with layers of cold cuts flecked with fat, lightly vinegared carrots and herbs that bring crunch and a crown of pork floss that melts into a sugared sweetness. But it isn't all just sandwiches here, as Bánh Anh Em excels with noodle soups and gelatinous rice sheets on silver tiered trays, carefully wrapped to hold the likes of shrimp and pork jowls. Yes, waiting is part of the game here, as reservations are not a thing. But those who wait are sure to have the sweetest reward. 

The former home of the National Biscuit Company is a hot spot for foodies and shopping addicts alike. Primarily known for its wide-range of eateries, Chelsea Market is hands-down one of New York’s most notable food halls boasting more than 55 vendors (including Los Tacos No 1, Amy's Bread, and Miznon).  Whether you’ve got a hankering for a steaming-hot cup of seafood bisque, perfectly aged cheese or a strong and smooth shot of espresso, Chelsea Market has you covered. Aside from finger-lickin’ fare and sweet merchandise, the attraction offers historical charms such as the market’s iconic fountain, which was crafted using discarded drill bits and exposed pipe from the former Nabisco factory.

Primrose, which opened this summer dressed with amber chandeliers and marble, comes from Patrick Kennedy and Seamus McNulty, two Irish childhood friends who long dreamed of opening a cocktail bar of this standard. Built in partnership with Indigo Interiors, it’s the glow-up this stretch of West 26th Street badly needed, especially considering the space’s last life as The Cauldron NYC, where you ordered your drinks with a magic wand. But a good-looking room only gets a bar so far, and Primrose backs up the marble with a cocktail list that’s just as considered. The Lavender Haze mixes gin with lychee liqueur and butterfly pea for something bright and effervescent, while the Humo Dorado leans into mezcal, passion fruit and habanero for a drink with real heat behind the sweetness. The Unbelievable Dream, built on coconut rum, ube and salted whipped cream foam, reads more like dessert than cocktail, but honestly, who doesn’t want a cocktail for dessert? A curated playlist plays underneath all of it, tuned as carefully as everything else in the room. Two surprises wait past the bar itself. An imported Italian pizza oven turns out Neapolitan pies made from scratch-fermented dough, the Classic Margherita and a Calabrian chili-and-soppressata Primrose Spicy among them, best caught during happy hour when a pie runs $8 alongside $8 cocktails (Primrose Margarita, Copper Blossom, Bitter Fizzle) Monday through Friday until 7pm. Then there’s the Guinness. Primrose’s Irish owners built a...

We really like eating around the city, and we're guessing you do, too. So lucky for all of us, we've packed all our favorite restaurants under one roof at the Time Out Market New York. The DUMBO location in Empire Stores has fried chicken from Jacob’s Pickles, pizza from Fornino, delicious bagels from Ess-a-bagel and more amazing eateries—all cherry-picked by us. Chow down over two floors with views of the East River, Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan skyline.  RECOMMENDED: The best things do in NYC

If you thought getting a table at Per Se was tough, try getting into Rao’s. On second thought, don’t. Rao’s (pronounced “RAY-ohs”) is really a private club without the dues. To eat here, you’ll need a personal invite from one of the heavy hitters who “owns” a table. These CEOs, actors, politicians, news personalities and neighborhood old-timers established a long-standing arrangement with the late, legendary owner Frankie “No” Pellegrino, and that's what ensures a seat at one of the ten tables at the Italian-American icon. In fact, reading this review is probably the closest you’ll get to Rao’s.

For those looking for an authentic jazz club experience—rather than the cheesy dinner-club vibe that prevails at too many other spots around town—Smalls is a must. The cozy basement space feels like a speakeasy, or more specifically, one of those hole-in-the-wall NYC jazz haunts of yore over which fans routinely obsess. Best of all, the booking skews retro, yet not stubbornly so: You'll hear classic hardbop as well as more adventurous, contemporary-flavored approaches.

Whether you’re interested in theater, opera, dance, music or film, few names are as synonymous with high culture as Lincoln Center. Originally built in the late 1950s with financial backing from John D. Rockefeller III, the 16-acre complex (made up of 30 separate venues) is a dream for performance-art lovers. Perhaps you'll see the Philharmonic in David Geffen Hall or take in a show with the talented Met Opera or catch the New York City Ballet's annual performance of the Nutcracker. No matter which you choose, you're in for a treat. On any given night visitors sitting by the central plaza enjoying the glowing lights of the fountain might see Metropolitan Opera patrons in full gowns, classical musicians with instruments on their backs and young children pirouetting, inspired by the latest from the New York City Ballet.

If you and your significant other enjoy knocking boots with a writhing mass of sexy strangers, look no further than this club in Queens. And if you want more information on boots, here’s a fun fact: The actual first name of the Roman emperor commonly called Caligula was Gaius—caligula means "little boots" in Latin, and Caligula picked up this nickname (which he hated) when he accompanied his dad, Germanicus, during his military campaigns in Germany.