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| - I love Hooter's!!!!
No, no, not the restaurant...it's really not the best dining experience, from a "good food" perspective.
Mr. Hooter founded his establishment (Hooter's) on the premise that a few chickens losing their wings so that we can happily dine on them and wash them down with beer is a good thing:)
It probably is a good thing (chickens don't really need their wings...even the free range clucker's can't fly:), things are just not particularly well executed at Hooters.
Maybe it's the boobs who bought the place from Mr. Hooter that aren't living up to expectations.
Still, the patrons were at Hooter's in force yesterday afternoon.
What keeps them coming in droves?
There must be something that keeps the clients (erstwhile diners?) coming in...could it be the charitable causes (I surmised that it's something about saving owls) that Mr. Hooter supported? I understand that Hooter's is all about support!
Maybe it's the extraordinarily loud, yet incomprehensible music coming from the mis-synchronized speakers dotting the ceiling of Hooter's. I did notice that servers (all of whom seem to be young ladies in the full bloom of young lady-hood) all seem to kind of "groove" to the music, so they must like it:)
Maybe it's the comforting bosom of Hooter's "sports bar" décor (funny signs, racks and racks of sports memorabilia, posters, etc., on the walls) that the Hooters client base yearns for. Nice artwork!
Hard to say. I did notice that most of the diners were male, mid 30's to 60's and just sort of stared, glassy eyed (at the servers, not the food). That may help explain things.
The Beautiful Carin called, out of the blue, and asked me out for lunch today:)
What a nice surprise for me:)
It was a perfect day for lunch, because I was ready to get out of the office for a while and see my girl.
She suggested Hooter's (yeah, that's right...it wasn't me! :) We hadn't been to one for years, so we gave it a try.
She had a Cobb Salad with Chicken Breasts and I had a Chicken Breast Sandwich with a side of fried pickles (I have a Norwegian heritage...we never saw a vegetable or fruit that we didn't want to fry, boil, bake or distill:)
It's funny that we both ordered something with Breasts...must have been "in the air".
It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't really good...mediocre, pedestrian, ordinary are words that come to mind.
Even the pickles, which I had been wanting for a while.
However, inexpensive is not a word that comes to mind...$36 for salad, sandwich, pickles and iced tea!
I think we must be paying for ambiance.
I Love Hooter's!!!!!
No, not the restaurant:)
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