They do say that. But they forgot about giant psychotic bananas wearing Rasta caps.
Please give it up for Noah and Josh, 2012's Nicest Guys in the World! In a hard-fought — but exceedingly courteous — contest, they just managed to eke out a victory over last year's champions, Ahmed and Raghib of Ghazali Auto Body in Kuwait City.
He seems to have lost his front nameplate since we last saw him. Or perhaps he sold it to raise funds for those sweet new fog lights.
It's not exactly how I imagined it. But then again, neither was the Promised Land.
This block-long roadway in Brooklyn has been taken over the Boar's Head Provisions Company (which, I believe, technically makes it a Ham Highway). But how did it get its name?
Supposedly discovered during the construction of this building, this boulder used to be something of a rebel (scroll a little more than halfway down), sitting by itself on the sidewalk, covered in graffiti. It then mysteriously disappeared for a while, and has since been reborn as a corporate pretty-boy.
A block-long street with an almost-block-long mural. Here's a view from the other end.
In my perambulations thus far, I've seen a handful of these signs, mounted on traffic poles, directing people to McDonald's. Made of metal and well-weathered, they look far more permanent than the countless other illegal ads — mostly plastic signs — adorning the street furniture of New York City, giving them a perverse air of legitimacy. I particularly like this one: not only is it attached to government property; it also encourages people to spend government funds at McDonald's. (For the record, I'm fairly certain you can't use food stamps at restaurants in New York, at least not yet, which makes this sign even more bizarre.)
