A new
Hooters restaurant opened up here in town a few
weeks ago, so a few guys from
work and I decided to go
have a look. Being a relatively
conservative person when it comes to dealings with the
opposite sex, I was a little embarrassed about showing up in such an
establishment, devoted as it is to objectifying women. Upon entering, I noticed that the place was very
clean, adorned with
hardwood everything (an intentional
pun, perhaps?), and resplendant in
sports memorabilia,
TV's tuned to
ESPN, and
beer signs.
So far, it was pretty demeaning. It was fratboy heaven, I suppose, as it was meant to be.
We sat down and our waitress approached. I was suprised to see that she was not crazily adorned in silicone, but rather a normally-proportioned, attractive girl. Even more interesting was the fact that she interacted with us. I chatted with her a bit about working conditions, since I had spent several years as a waiter, and she held up a conversation! Needless to say, I was rather impressed. When you come in expecting the worst, even the slightest hint of normality and approachability is something to be impressed about.
The menu read like a bad Dear Penthouse letter. No food innuendo was left unused, no sexually connotated play on words left unprinted. However, the food was suprisingly good, and had large, filling portions. Even though it came doused in Hooters' patented innuendo sauce, my chicken breast sandwich was a delight.
So, what's the point? Don't judge a Hooters girl just because of where she works. You can judge the creators of the place, because they're pretty crass and unenlightend. However, you get a lot of food, and it's pretty good food at that.
Just don't grab anything you're not supposed to, and remember, your waitress can't leave until you do. Be kind and don't stay too long after her shift is up.