Tag: Roadside America

Roadside Snaps: Captain Brown – The Big Fisherman of Boothbay Harbor, Maine

Roadside Snaps: Captain Brown – The Big Fisherman of Boothbay Harbor, Maine

Literally just down the block from Big Bertha the Butt Tree, is the giant old salt fisherman, Captain Brown. He stands in the parking lot of Brown’s Wharf Motel and Restaurant. At 15 feet tall, you can’t miss him. Brown’s must be pretty proud of him as he is heavily featured on their website.

I’m a little obsessed with his high gloss boots. Weird, I know – there’s something about their rubbery shininess that I love. But, between you and me – there was a time in my life that I considered taking a bite out of one of those cone-shaped, jelly air fresheners because I thought it looked delicious. So perhaps I’m just a little off kilter.

Don’t they look delici… I mean awesome! Don’t they look awesome!

Road Trip Inspiration: Hillbilly Hot Dogs Postcard

Road Trip Inspiration: Hillbilly Hot Dogs Postcard

Recently, I wrote about my friend Chris and how he sends me postcards from the places he visits on his motorcycle. Last week I received a card from Hillybilly Hot Dogs in Lesage, WV.

The card looks like a folksy representation of a roadside shack you might see being reclaimed by the land in the mountains somewhere. But… it’s a restaurant. And, I think I must go.

Google Streetview of Hillbilly Hot Dogs:

My daughter and I looked at their menu on their website when the postcard came. Apparently, they serve up 2 and 3-foot hot dogs as well as something called The Homewrecker.

WHAT’S ON IT…
Jalapeños, sautèed, peppers and onions, nacho cheese, habenero, chili sauce, mustard,slaw, lettuce, tomato, and shredded cheese, piled high on a 15-inch, 1-pound all beef weenie in a big ‘ol bun! As Sharie says, “It’s 15-inches of pure eatin’ pleasure!!”

I’ll have to take a pass on that, but I’d like to see someone else take one of those down. Hoooo lawdy – the aftermath must be misery. It has probably more than earned its name.

A few years ago, I became aware of HHD when it was a bonus location during the Void Rally. It was a stop I’d chosen but ultimately dropped because my schedule was too tight. In a few weeks, I’ll be hitting the road for a little ramble and I think I’ll have to rectify missing it.

As I think about it, I believe I must’ve passed HHD riding along Route 2 toward Point Pleasant in 2009. We were on our way from Kentucky back to New York. I can’t recall if we passed through Point Pleasant on purpose or if it just happened to be on the way. All I know is I saw the Mothman. And now, I need to see myself a West Virginian hot dog.

A Nod to Roadside Americana Staple – The Dinosaur

A Nod to Roadside Americana Staple – The Dinosaur

Over the weekend, I stopped and had a chat with this motley crew. Aren’t they a handsome bunch?

Dinosaurs are a hugely popular fixture in the roadside Americana landscape. Their popularity seems to transcend visitors’ age, social rank, gender and every other qualifier I can think of. I have yet to meet a person who harbors a white-hot hatred of dinosaurs.

My roadside holy grail of the dinosaur kingdom was visiting the Cabazon Dinosaurs in December 2016. Climbing up the stairs into the belly of Dinny was glorious. Until scientists finally clone the wooly mammoth, I think Cabazon will be my high-dino-watermark.

Stegowagenvolkssaurus

source: flickr

Should I find myself in the neighborhood of Highland Heights, Kentucky, I do want to stop in for a peek at “Stegowagenvolkssaurus” by Patricia A. Renick. It was a bonus location in the 2017 Iron Butt Rally. And I have to admit, it looks pretty awesome.

Atlas Obscura just ran a feature about the ubiquitous roadside dino. Check it out:

Documenting America’s Long, Venerable Tradition of Roadside Dinosaurs
Photographer John Margolies spent nearly 40 years documenting what we now know as “roadside Americana”—the gas stations, motels, drive-ins, and diners that attracted road trippers with quirky signs and kooky architecture. In 2017, a year after Margolies died at the age of 76, the Library of Congress made its Margolies holdings available online—more than 11,000 color photos of food-shaped restaurants, catchy neon signs, and an intriguingly large number of dinosaurs.

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

Well, well, well. Would you look at this dapper gent with his new paint job!

The last time I stopped in for a visit The Big Man was suffering from a heinous case of the peels. This picture was snapped in 2012. He’d even lost his hat. Poor fella.

Seeing him looking so polished does the ole ticker good. Just look at that bowtie!

One of the funny things about Muffler Man repairs is how they become personalized. For example, the Uniontown, PA Bunyan with his bedroom eyes and the Stony Point, NY giant with his muy macho chest hair. Well, get a load of the lunula on this guy!

…and he matches the Bonnie.

Welcome back, handsome!

Roadside Americana: Greetings from Woolwich – Mainer C. Lobster

Roadside Americana: Greetings from Woolwich – Mainer C. Lobster

Mainer C. Lobster sits outside of Taste of Maine restaurant in Woolwich, Maine on Route 1. Isn’t he glorious?

Having a lobster this excited about well, everything would probably bring a lot of sunshine to your life.

I’m a little bummed to discover that I could’ve gone inside and bought a magnet with his mug on it in the restaurant gift shop. First of all… restaurant gift shop? Tres Cracker Barrel. But, I did get to see Mainer with the addition of two new teeth, based on the photos posted on Roadside America. Lose out on a magnet, gain a tooth or two. Seems alright, I guess.

Taste of Maine
161 Main St,
Woolwich, ME 04579

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