His name is Pedro. He lives nowhere near Mexico (say it in Spanish) but on 301S on the border between the Carolinas. The "South" you are entering is South Cuh-lyina, a different country indeed.
In its day, it was the Tijuana of the east coast, where beer and explosives could be found after enduring the drive through the dry northern counties where cigarettes are farmed.
It took some digging to find the official website. They need some SEO help from the Googles.
But you better believe Google can see Pedro from space. He is 97 feet tall:
SOB has dining, shopping, overnight accommodations, attractions, all in quotation marks.
But don't think Pedro is lost in his kitschy past. SOB also has a blog, and sometimes it gets updated! It's name is blog. Enjoy.
I am going to open the comments section up to the Readership to share their SOB memories. I expect some of you have driven right through it on your holiday travel this week. Pop a Blenheim for me and unwrap a Moon Pie. You are going to have to wait for Memphis stories to be posted later. I have a hand cramp.
Share your Pedro stories, and enjoy paging through these archives.
Stuckey's... just cuz