Hey! That type of talk is forbidden here at JD, so you best watch it there Josh! You know damned well that, aside from Llamas, Hooters is the unofficial JD mascot here...
I'm going to pretend I never heard that.
But feel free to bring your fellow Seattle-lites along. The more the merrier. Or, the more, the more people to carry the drunk Canadians back to their hotels
This is in response to my "I hate Hooters" comment, which I must now elaborate on for all to partake in. Some of you have heard my Hooters diatribe before, most have not and must now suffer through it.
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"Why Hooters is terrible" a short essay by JoshEEE
When I first heard about Hooters, it sounded like a virtual mecca. Women in hot pants and tank tops working in a Sports Bar. After my first trip there, I quickly realized, it was not all it was cracked up to be.
First and foremost, let's be honest. The food at Hooters sucks. Aside from the chicken wings (which do not a complete meal make), everything there makes most pub food sound great by comparison. I've had the misfortune to go to several assorted Hooters restaurants over the years, and I've never had any meal there that I've enjoyed. After the novelty of the tanks and hot pants wears off (which admittedly takes awhile), you'll find yourself wondering why you just paid 13 bucks for a Jack in Box quality hamburger or grilled cheese sandwich when you could have just hit Red Robin and gotten something twice as tasty for half as much.
Second, this place is a horrible sports bar. The TVs are generally turned all the way down, and the music all the way up. You can't hear any of the games you might be there to watch. Their booze is watered down and overpriced.
Last, but most certainly not least, the women.
At Hooters, the scantily clad women are the big draw. Unfortunately, they're also your waitress. That means (at least as far as I'm concered) you are required to treat them with a little human deceny and respect. I know these women get hit on all day long for a living, and while I'm sure they expect you to ogle them, I still find myself wondering how many plates of food get spat upon during their shift.
I say if you want food, go to a good restaurant. If you want drinks, go to a good bar. If you want to see boobies, go to a strip club. Hooters may be a combination of all three, but like the Roach Coach (Burrito Truck) that parks near the construction site.....sometimes a combination of too many choices simply means it's going to be an overall crappy experience.
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All that being said, I've been to Hooters more than a few times, always because a group of friends wants to go. C3 will be no exception and I will be looking forward to joining you guys there. As much as I don't like the place in general, I'm always willing to hope that maybe the one in Indianapolis will be awesome and turn it all around for me!
