Jenna doesn't look like her picture that she handed us. She also wanted nothing to do with our table since the beginning of the night because we were out enjoying the night. Macy was getting trained and she was enjoying the entire conversation that we had. We asked her to view a text conversation and she laughed to the convo which was on bumble. Then she went to the assistant manger or what he thought he was and he came up to like a glam girl with his chest puffed out over something that he would do on a regular basis, quite the conundrum. Since then, we have been indirectly kicked out of hooters. Never the less, the best service with me had was the curb we had to go over to get into the parking lot.