I used to work as a chef on the sea restaurant Baratie of East blue

I can be worn, but I’m not clothing. Sometimes, I get you from one place to another directly. Other times, you’ll meander and mosey.

I’m worn, but not clothing. Sometimes I’m direct, other times I’m an excuse to explore.

I stretch through towns where people talk, Past shops and homes, where feet all walk. I guide your steps from dawn till chalk, A steady path, don’t fear the balk. I’m not the street where engines stalk, Nor grassy fields where children frolic and hawk.

I have roads with no cars, cities with no people, and oceans with no boats. Hopefully this riddle isn't lost on you