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Got this e-mail from my buddy in AL:
“But, I’ve never been inside of a Hooters, and so, according to my new church friends, I’ve lived a “sheltered” life.
Therefore, today six of us drove under that familiar orange sign. We watched the NASCAR race and ate buffalo chicken fingers and highly tipped our pregnant, yet nicely endowed, waitress.”
And I figured…shit. I turn 27 in two weeks or so…might as well get over my hang-up about patronizing Hooters.
So – David, Mark and I drove down there for lunch. Today.
“Hey Mark – hope you enjoyed your bachelor party,” David joked in the car.
I’m pretty sure some of the girls stuff their bra’s.
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Here’s David with Autumn, our waitress…the servers are quite friendly at Hooters. She felt comfortable enough to sit down between my bro and my fiancee and take our orders.
She wore fake eyelashes.
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A thing about prices…yeah – you can’t get Hooters for free…
“GOURMET CHICKEN WING DINNER” — $149.99
(20 wings and abottle of dom perignon)
HOOTERS CALENDAR
(“The only way you’ll get a date in this place”)
The Hooters hostess said I could take one of the menu’s home. Like I said, people are nice here.
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As for the food – the wings were tasty. Mark raved about them a few years ago. Not as spicy as I expected.
They served melted butter with the oysters. I found it weird. Mark said some people could probably barely taste the flavor of oysters…or something like that. Sometime’s it’s hard to hear Mark speak….he mumbles so…
We paid a few cents more for extra blue cheese and veggies.
Pretty much your standard pub grub.
The flat screen TV’s made for nice baseball viewing….go Angels!
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Funny, I expected to be the only female customer in this joint. Thankfully, we had two other girls. One of them was a mother with her family. Her kid’s face was pretty much at eye-level with one server’s Hooters – as he bent over to color his place mat.
Go figure.
“Mark, I hope you enjoyed your last meal at Hooters,” I smiled.
“It’s really no big deal,” he said.
“Exactly,” I replied.
David and Mark wouldn’t let me take a picture with one of the Hooter girls. Something about being embarassed.