All right. If you're a straight lady going to Hooters then you're going for the wings. Am I right? Unless you're trying to prove something. And I think I've been good about saying this - heck, I haven't had to say it yet because the QC has been a pleasant surprise for the most part - but every Hooters in Chicagoland has better wings than this Hooters. Hell, the Hooters in Puerto Vallarta had better wings. These were not as flavorful, the batter was not as... I don't know, flakey I suppose. They were extremely mediocre. Now I prefer to go to a small local joint over a chain most of the time, I prefer to try something new. So dang it, if I want Hooters wings, they need to taste like Hooters wings! Standardization, people!
Bah. Well, the server was sweet at least. Sometimes when a couple walks into a Hooters, they get snubbed a bit because the waitresses are all leaning over the horny businessman tables trying to get tips. But Shaun (I think that was how it was spelled) was nice.