A red-blooded American male does NOT go to Hooters to dine; he goes there to STARE.
Butt, all joking aside (did I just misspell the word "but?" I must have been distracted; forgive me...), the food really is terrific, and the "babes" are just awesome.
Whenever one of their lovely servers approaches my table and purrs, "What would you like to drink?" I can't help but respond with, "Milk..."
My advice is that no man should go there, ALONE. Take a buddy with you, so you will have someone to witness you making a total jackass of yourself, based on your "high school hormones."