Offbeat vintage signs and quirky Americana have always caught my eye, which is why Cesar and I recently decided to start a Roadside America tour. We aren’t doing the tour exactly the way it was dreamed up: by loading a big camper with a pack of pals and hopping out every time we see a Paul Bunyan or South of the Border statue. It’s more of a weekend adventure, small trip kind of approach, but I don’t mind.
The first stop on our list was Randyland. Randyland is the most obnoxiously quirky and colorful thing I’ve ever seen. Splattered in murals, broken toys and neon, this place brings kitsch to the Mexican War Streets neighborhood of Pittsburgh’s Northside. I can imagine Randyland is constantly crawled over by tourists like me, but apparently it’s also still a favorite with locals, too.