Indoors, but outdoors, encased by walls. Open sky, plant life, adjacent to halls. Not a greenhouse or the front or the back yard. The prosecution rests; don't think too hard.

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

I’m a house that melts if you think about it too hard.