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| - If you're a real man, you're going to Hooters for one reason and one reason alone - Monday night wing night. I'm kidding, it's the shorts.
Don't get me wrong, I love a nice set, but the surely man-designed staff uniforms are clearly meant to feature the bottom, more than the top. Call me a typical guy, but I really do enjoy looking at a bit of bum hanging out the bottom of a uni-aged girl's shorts.
As for the food, the wing are actually pretty good. As goes the theme here, bigger is better and the wings are certainly big. If you go for the all-you-can-eat deal on Monday you'll be treated to a huge first portion of wings followed (long after) by a ridiculously small portion of wings. You'll get all the wings you can eat, just over a long period of time. They want you to drink.
Other than the wings, I seem to recall everything being pretty good, either because of or despite the ridiculous amount of grease.
I like the Adelaide location because of the roof-top patio and the fact that one of the servers looks like Chicken Parm Phil's cute sister (his words, not mine).
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