Showing posts with label world's biggest. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Steeped in eccentriciTEA: The World's Largest Teapot of Chester, West Virginia

We've been posting a lot about Florida lately, so for a change of pace (or paste as I used to say when I was a kid) here's a rerun of a roadside delight from West Virginia we posted a few years ago. An online search indicates they have since refurbished the teapot with a different font, but you get the idea.




 Downtown Chester, West Virginia

If coffee is more your cup of tea, there's always The Coffee Pot of Bedford, Pennsylvania

I like states with panhandles. They're kinda kooky. Florida has so much coastline...did they really have to rob more of the Gulf from poor Alabama? And couldn't Oklahoma and Texas have reached some geometric agreement and squared each other off? The goofiest panhandle of all is West Virginia's, though. It's a tall spindly thing that begs the question "What kind of cooking implement has a crazy handle like this?" It's almost as though West Virginia said to eastern Ohio and western Pennsylvania, "if you two can't get along, I'll separate you, so help me." At the very tip of the West Virginia handle sits the little town of Chester and a truly great eccentric roadside attraction: a wooden structure that bills itself as the World's Largest Teapot. It dates back to 1938 when it was originally an over-sized barrel for a Hire's Root Beer advertising campaign. A fellow named William "Babe" Devon bought it and added the spout and handle to it and used it to promote his pottery store in Chester, selling concessions and souvenirs inside the teapot. It changed hands many times and fell into disrepair and abandonment until a local committee saved it from demolition and began a full-blown restoration in 1987. Red tape persisted for several more years until it was finally completed and returned to its original splendor in 1990 and was moved to a prime spot of real estate at the intersection of Routes 2 and 30 with some lovely landscaping. It got another facelift in 2007 by the Hampton Hotels Save-A-Landmark program. God bless these people for keeping these bits of Americana alive and making a trip down the open road that much more fun. Letting a lovable place like this fade away would be a trageTEA.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Molar expedition: The giant tooth of Trenton, New Jersey







Just down the road from the tooth are some fantastic sculptures of Mariachi musicians and dancers. That's an average-sized dope posing in front for a sense of scale.

In Trenton, New Jersey, just a stone's throw from the really big American Gothic statue we blogged about recently, sits another of sculptor-of-kooky-and-really-huge-subject-matter-extraordinaire Seward Johnson's kitschy roadside marvels: the world's largest tooth. Measuring in at around 15 feet tall, it sits gleaming in front of the Congoleum Company building and near the on-ramp to I-295 South, with nary a trace of tartar on it. And like he did with the American Gothic, Johnson has added a sculpture of a bemused, normal-sized couple gawking nearby, to give passersby a sense of the ridiculous scale of the tremendous tusk. How great it must be to be Seward Johnson, heir to the Johnson & Johnson pharmaceutical fortune, to have the wealth and talent to dot the landscape with all your crazy creations. Just down the street is his group of enormous Mariachi musicians and dancers. Why? You need a reason? Art doesn't have to say something all the time and hurt your head. Sometimes it's nice to give bored motorists a laugh and a smile. And that's the tooth.

But wait, there's more bad puns: To Mr. Johnson, we'd like to say fangs for the memories, we're abscessed with your work, there ought to be a plaque in your honor, do you work on retainer?, we're all up in your grill, we'll be your en-dentured servants, you're like a bridge over troubled water, we've grown bicuspid to your face and we're at a floss for words, dad gummit.


Monday, May 27, 2013

Freeze a jolly good fellow: the world's largest penguin of Cut Bank, Montana






As we were heading east through Montana on a road trip in 2006, we passed through the small town of Cut Bank and encountered one of those spontaneous roadside attractions that make these kinds of trips well worth the ride: something that claims to be the world's largest something or other, in this case, a penguin.
According to howstuffworks.com, to commemorate its hometown's status as the coldest town in the United States, the town of Cut Bank constructed this concrete penguin in 1989. It looks much older, though, more like it was built in the 1930s. At 27 feet tall and a solid five tons, it beckons to passersby from its spot in front of the Glacier Gateway Inn, a furniture-shop-turned-motel. The penguin talks (when its speaker works), bleating out the slogan, "Welcome to Cut Bank, the Coldest Spot in the Nation!". We were unaware this was a multimedia display, however, so we did not hear the narration, but it was impressive just the same. If big penguins are your thing, Cut Bank awaits you. For more fascinating facts about Cut Bank, you can read about it in black and white here: http://www.answers.com/topic/cut-bank-montana?cat=travel

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Where the world's largest buffalo roams: Scenes from Jamestown, North Dakota

 They've got the world's largest buffalo in Jamestown, North Dakota...


 ...next to a field of real buffalo...

 ...and this nice faux/real buffalo three-fer.


 They had a great gift shop in Jamestown when we were there in 2006. Loved these painted saw blades...


 ...and who wouldn't want a commemorative buffalo toilet seat?

Of all the painted boards with holes in them that I've stuck my face through, I like this one the most.

North Dakota is the land of eccentric roadside attractions. About 100 miles from Salem, home of Salem Sue, the world's largest Holstein cow, sits the town of Jamestown and the world's largest concrete buffalo. Unlike Sue, this fellow is nameless. I suppose if Clint Eastwood's character didn't need a name in "The Good The Bad and The Ugly," this guy doesn't need one either. He stands 26 feet tall, 46 feet long and weighs 60 tons. According to the town's website, he was built in 1959 and was the vision of Harold Newman, a local business owner. Eventually a little frontier village was added to attract tourists and now Jamestown boasts 100,000 visitors a year. It just goes to show you that if you build the world's biggest something or another, they will come. The buffalo stands majestically, waiting for tourists to be photographed next to him to impress the folks back home. But wait... there's more! They've got a buffalo museum with real buffalo grazing next to it and a gift shop with just about anything you could want with a buffalo on it. My favorite was the toilet seat. And the skies are not cloudy all day. Read more about Jamestown here: http://www.jamestownnd.com/

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

No can do: The late, great world's tallest used oil can stack of Casselton, North Dakota







I can't say enough good things about roadsideamerica.com, the ultimate guide to eccentric roadside attractions. Most of the kooky places we've been to have been a result of researching what's on their website, and they get the credit for guiding us to one of the all-time greats: the world's biggest stack of used oil cans in Casselton, North Dakota. The Casselton Can Pile, as the locals called it, dated all the way back to 1933, when the owner of a Sinclair gas station began heaping his old oil cans in a pile that grew and grew and eventually became a tourist attraction (which by 1933 standards must have seemed like a regular Disney World). There doesn't seem to be an official measurement recorded: height was in the 25-50 foot range, width at 15-18 feet. It was an easy exit off Interstate 94 and excitement built in 2006 as we spotted the pile in the distance, like a tilting Christmas tree or something out of Dr. Seuss. The Sinclair station was long gone and the pile was sitting on the property of the Loegring Company. The reason I'm reporting this all in the past tense is, once again according to roadsideamerica.com, the can pile is no more. In 2012, the property's new owner didn't want it and the town didn't want to spend the money to move it, so can by can it was disassembled by someone who reportedly wants to try to reassemble it in Minnesota (land of 10,000 lakes and oil cans, apparently). We're so glad we had the chance to see this roadside marvel and carpe'd the diem back in '06. Ahbahdee, ahbahdee, that's oil folks!

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Here's looking at you, cud: Some roadside bovines seen along the way

They're cow-lossal! They're stew-pendous! They vol-moo-minous! Ruminate on these and let the chips fall where they may.

 Salem Sue, Salem, North Dakota

 Pike County Cattlemen's Association, Troy, Alabama

 Albert the Bull, Audubon, Iowa

 Salvador's Dairy Bar, South Dartmouth, Massachusetts

 Hilltop Steakhouse, Saugus, Massachusetts

 Bonanza Steakhouse, Lincoln, Illinois

 The Purple Cow, Dooms, Virginia

Rod's Steakhouse, Williams, Arizona