About 100 miles west of St. Louis along Interstate 44 in Missouri, the billboards for Meramec Caverns and the Jesse James Wax Museum give way to something different.
“We are having big fun in Uranus.”
“Family fun in Uranus.”
“The best fudge is found in Uranus!”
Uranus isn’t a town. Uranus is a tourist attraction.
It’s kind of a strip mall gone delightfully, disgustingly wrong — or right, if you have that sense of humor. It’s just off exit 163, the Dixon exit. Route 66 enthusiasts, Ozarks- and Branson-goers, students going to school in Rolla, Mo., or soldiers going to training at Fort Leonard Wood can’t miss it.
Because Uranus is growing. (Meanwhile, Missouri made Fodor’s list of places to avoid in 2018; see story on G2.)
“Uranus is expanding,” say signs posted on the property. “Please excuse our mess.”
Uranus wasn’t always this big. The enterprise started in 2000 at Big Louie’s Burlesque Saloon, a strip club on the grounds of the old Mark Twain hotel-turned RV sales lot. It grew to include the Chicken Bones Party Bar & Grill and Skin City Tattoo Studio.
It was only in July 2015 when owner Louie Keen decided to add a fudge factory and call it Uranus.
“Honestly, I was the only one who believed in it,” says Keen of the factory. He says he’s “a crazy 50” with the mentality of an eighth-grade boy. “We couldn’t have called this Fat Bob’s Candy Store and do what we’re doing today.”
As soon as the Uranus billboards went up, even before they could make any fudge, people streamed in to buy T-shirts from Uranus. They tittered. They snorted.
Keen got his chocolatier certification online, and he made 1,200 pounds of fudge the first month. People came to Uranus and bought it.
Now, he’s laughing.
“This thing has blown up way more than I ever expected,” he said in his deep, raspy voice.
They expect 250,000 visitors to the fudge factory this year.
“It’s edgy,” says Beth Wiles, executive director of the Pulaski County Tourism bureau. She recommends Uranus to travelers who wander into the visitors center, but sizes them up a bit first. “There is a segment of the traveling public that just thinks it’s hilarious. But yeah, he’s a great marketer.”
To serve and protect (Uranus)
The Uranus Fudge Factory offers 18 flavors a day, along with candies, snacks, rubber seagull masks, wooden hillbilly cellphones, and Uranus Farms jellies and jams.
“Thank you for picking Uranus!” the cheerful cashiers call out as customers chortle and stream into the parking lot.
Keen has since opened Mission Outpost Outdoor Outfitters, shooting and archery ranges, a food truck park and a competitive axe-throwing facility called the Axehole. Competitive axe-throwing is like darts, but choppier.
A partner just opened an archery tag course, and they’re working on a Dr. Who-themed escape room inside an old double-decker bus.
Keen’s added a few dinosaur statues, a rocket and a vintage police car that says on its front fender: “To Serve and Protect Uranus.” This summer, Guinness World Records verified the world’s largest belt buckle in Uranus.
Keen wants to open a petting zoo, a brewery and a wedding chapel, where he can call himself Pastor Gas.
He voted himself in as the mayor of Uranus and loves bopping around the property, greeting customers in an American flag-themed tie and cowboy hat, and making videos for Uranus’ social media sites. “I say it’s hard being a tyrannical dictator,” he says, “but it’s working out well.”
Keen wants to keep things family-friendly and just wants to make people happy.
“I never cross the line,” Keen says. “That’s on you.”
If people complain, Uranus employees ask what they have against the planet. That flusters them.
Keen grew up in Cassville, Mo., and worked on his parents’ livestock farm. He remembers loving road trips and roadside attractions, and he particularly remembers a place called the Rock Shop near his great-grandmother’s farm.
An adult pressed a switch to turn on a black light inside a box, and he peeked under a flap to see an assortment of glowing rocks.
“It was such an impactful memory,” he says. “That’s what I’m building here. I want to build something that has an impact, that makes you remember it.”
He hasn’t put a box of luminescent rocks in Uranus (“I’ll put it on my list!”), but he has brought in a unicorn skull, an alligator boy and a taxidermic two-headed goat.
“I’ve been looking for a two-headed goat for 15 years,” he says, motioning toward its display case in the fudge factory.
Keen went to military school because he was “a little guy and I don’t think like anyone else,” and he’s 16 hours short of a college degree.
He eventually opened a strip club, thinking it would be fun to get into the business so he could drink. But he realized he couldn’t do that and run a business.
The strip club has since moved to Uranus, and it opens late — families usually don’t notice it, Keen says. He doesn’t drink much anymore but still smokes, and says his best business meetings are conducted on smoke breaks.
Love it or leave it
About 70 people work in Uranus. Brian Garbinski is a retired Army sergeant major who was a senior adviser to the Afghan National Civil Order Police. He’s now the unofficial deputy mayor of Uranus.
“Louie is fun. Louie speaks his mind,” says Garbinski, also a business partner and firearms instructor at the range. “He’s not really politically correct. Some people get offended by him. But they know it’s true.”
Steve Farris works as a DJ for Keen and works part time as an emergency medical technician. He had trouble getting his archery range business going out of his home. Keen offered to partner with him on it and let him build a range in Uranus. Farris appreciates Keen’s advice and advertising help.
“It’s something to bring families out,” Farris says. “There’s just nothing for kids to do here.”
Lindsay Teal, the marketing manager for Uranus, has expanded its online store and landed a deal where area hotels give VIP visitors fudge from Uranus. Teal manages Uranus’ social media sites and deletes visitor jokes if they get too offensive.
The most offended anyone really got was a woman who e-mailed them, insisting they were mispronouncing Uranus. Scientists and astrophysicists often say it the other way.
People like to push the envelope, she says, and any selfie snapped in Uranus is free advertising. Rapper Sir Mix-A-Lot tweeted about Uranus. So did actor George Takei. “Their fudge is out of this world!” he wrote.
And if people get offended by the billboards? They don’t have to stop in Uranus.
“Someone just taught me a great lesson how to be successful — that’s mind your own business,” Keen says.