Along the side of Highway 101 on the Oregon Coast, a giant 30-foot fiberglass corn dog, complete with a zigzag of yellow mustard, looms over the roof of a small white-and-black hot dog shack. On a Saturday in May, the Rockaway Beach, Oregon stand is packed with tourists in tennis shoes and ball caps, milling about the picnic tables outside the snack; kids climb onto the mechanical corn dog ride sitting outside the front door, mounted with a saddle for them to ride.
Some visitors tap their feet against the black-and-white tiles of the restaurant, perched by a merchandise display with shirts that scream “I rode the corndog”
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