I always noticed that it was the same guys wanting to go to Hooters that always went to the strip clubs.
My shop would go once every month or so on all you can eat wings Wednesday. We encouraged wives to come as well and normally three or four would show. My wife hated me going. I finally talked my wife into going and she was asked why she didn't like Hooters. "My husband ... these young beautiful girls" ... all of the jealousy trope. I spoke up, "Look at all of these beautiful servers". Everyone looked around. "Ladies, look at me. How much cash do you think to have on me to get any of these ladies to leave with me?" My wife looks at our server and says, "I withdraw my objection and offer my apologies".
Some weeks I went every single day.
The story for about six months was that I had an all-expenses-paid gig out of town. Was a little nervous the first time I turned in Hooters receipts but no one said anything. The next week I was adding beer to the check and turning it in twice. Then three times a week, then started picking up other people's checks if they were cool. Shit was amazing. Was young with no bills and making more money than I knew what to do with for very little work. The bad part was that I had to live in Lexington, Kentucky and I hated Kentucky basketball.
Am I the only one who suspects that @HammerDown was trying to get a job there and was turned down?
Hooters is the appetizer before the strip club?
Money talks.
Maybe 30 years ago I took a kid my parents had for a foreign exchange student from Germany to a Dallas Stars game. After we went to hooters. Best memory of that kids life. Had him spinning.20 years ago, my local Hooters was everything they used to stand for.
Hot, young waitresses who were super friendly and provided excellent service, the best wings in town with incredible sauce made on the spot and oceans of ice cold beer for a pittance. I'd go for happy hour a few times a week and was friends with everyone there. To this day is a great memory. Can't believe it's been that long ago.
He was from a family of very well off. Dad is a top baby doc in Germany. I did this at a point in his life where, well let's say, he was becoming a man...
Trade that light for a Sam Adams draft and we are in agreement.Call me crazy but I love battered wings in the style of Hooters, when cooked correctly. Crispy, battered Hooters wings in 3 Mile Island sauce (you can see real pepper chunks in that shit) with a light beer in a mug as big as my damned leg, it's happy hour, that shit is cheap and you know it's going to keep coming til you stumble out? Good memories but it couldn't last forever.
If I intend to drink 17 beers before a baseball game, I'd better stick with the Lite.
I never had those intentions ... it was an accident.
@trojanfan12 and I used to have an incredible bikini bar in Temecula, Calif.
In the early 80's we got back from a 3 month patrol cycle and I decided to pop into my favorite mom and pop owned bar to say hi. $450 later, my friends dragged me out.
Good memories. The accompanying hangovers are quickly forgotten.
