Oh, how times change.
SOTB is residue of a prior age, when airline tickets were pricey and most of the Northeastern tourist traffic to Florida got there via a two day long drive down I-95. Just about the point where your eyes were glazing over from mile after mile after mile of flat, boring southern geography, those strange SOTB signs woud start appearing.
Two hundred miles later, you finally saw that huge sombrero appearing in the distance. Everyone in the car would then start screaming "DAD-CAN-WE-STOP-THERE-PLEASE-PLEASE-PLEASE"
Yes, these days, the place feels tacky, dirty and tired. Back during it's heyday (the 60s through early 80s), it just felt....entertainingly tacky.
Here one found the worst (well, not the real,
real worst) of Tijuana transported to northern South Carolina. Massive numbers of useless souvenirs. Bad Mexican food. A hotel and RV campground. Every employee officially refrerred to as "Pedro" (no, I'm
not kidding).
Well, as time moved forward, the fun started evaporating. The political correcteness types weighed in about the "Pedro" billboards, so they were eventually cleaned up. More and more tourists started flying to Florida, so the family business at SOTB began to dry up, replaced by a seedier clientele. These days, it still pulls in millions of visitors of year, but yes, it's not what it once was, and the fatigue has definitely set in.
Yes, times change....