Faben, TX

The prelimary drawing gives a touching view into the process that made this suggestive arrangement possible.  I especially love that they decided not to fill in the “bacon” caption under the hotdog.

Tucson, AZ

 Hot dog taking a nap on an old sofa. They got this sucker behind safety glass.

Mt. Vernon, NY

Lou relies pretty heavily on our foreknowledge of sauerkraut. The mustard is not the familiar yellow mustard yellow of the previous post but the symmetrical repose and clean, sharp edges and elegant lettering make it a fun thing to see drive by.

Duchess County, NY

A wiggly line of mustard lovingly portrayed. Realistic light on the subject but no shadow underneath, giving it an airborne appearance. And the mysterious compulsion (definitely not sexual in nature) to paint hotdogs at near perfect 45 degree angles.  Here are two of many examples:

Monterey, TN

This old woman (you can see her gray bun) (behind the brown and green bun) is struggling to carry a gigantic hot dog. One wonders if the hamburger sprouted hairy man legs, or if a man was carrying it and it engulfed his torso. Either way he’s not in a position to help. An unsettling grouping.

Tucson, Arizona

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It is as though Vinnie asked the sign painter to make a dog chef serving a hot dog, imagining a cartoon dog in a chef’s hat. But the result is a bizarrely realistic painting of a German Shepherd delivering the food, which is not whimsical but nightmarish in feeling.  Still, a great shadow under the Sonoran dog.

Southbury, Connecticut

Dynamic, fanciful, airborne.

Livingston Manor, New York

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There it is again!  The hot dog at a 45° angle.  Funny, the linear quality of the food must make painters want to represent them at an angle.  This hot dog has a Delta IV thing going on.

Natchez, Mississippi


Hot dogs are so frequently painted at a lecherous angle.

Lumberton, North Carolina

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It is the angle you can believe in.

Natchez, Mississippi

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That looks scary hot.  Even the improvised gold border can’t contain the steam.  This hotdog is very close to my heart; it is from my hometown and says something to me about that town.  Not sure what, but there it is.  Look, asterisks again.

(St. Catherine Street)

West Asheville, North Carolina

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See, now that’s actually drippy, but accidentally.  Maybe this is the food sign painter who realized that paint is naturally drippy and instead of trying to represent drippy, you can just BE drippy.  I like the tomato seen from the side, a convincing reflection.

(Mama’s Soul Food, Haywood Road)