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It's Hooters. Different decor, different uniforms, different menu; but it's Hooters.
And what, boys and girls, is Hooters?
A place to go get ripped off your ass on a corporate card; certainly not worth your own money.
The staff was just friendly enough. They didn't exude enthusiasm in any way. Like Hooters, the business model is based on having a wait staff that is visually stunning. Yeah.... not so much here... and before you go ripping in to me about being a pig or "look in the mirror, Porky," understand I don't care what servers look like; unless it's a place where they're a brass pole away from being entertainers... like this one.
My food wasn't bad. It wasn't anything special.
I looked through the menu and regretted my choice in lunch venue.
Sigh. The same Applebee's-Chili's-TGIFriday bullshit you see everywhere else; just with different Scots-inspired names. I ordered a cheeseburger and it came with fries.
The food came quickly enough and it looked fine. My server had neglected to get me utensils or a napkin, so I had to ask for that. Now, I am of the opinion that every burger in an American sit-down-joint should automatically come with lettuce, tomato, onion, pickle, ketchup, mustard and mayo. Not that YOU have to eat it that way, not that I even eat it that way, but those are the standard condiments for burgers.... period. My burger came with a dill pickle spear, lettuce and tomato (one transparent slice). I asked my server for some mayo for my burger.
I GOT CHARGED A DOLLAR FOR FREAKING MAYONNAISE.
Eleven dollars and eighty nine cents for a cheeseburger (that came with fries) and a water... before tip.
Ah, so that's how it's going to be, eh, Kilt?
No problem-o.
Here's your two-star Yelp rating.
I won't be back, unless, as said above, some honcho is laying down the AmEx Business card and we're going to do Jameson's 18-year all night long on the company dime.
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