hot wings and breasts
you may already know this about me, but i really enjoy Hooters, the restaurant. it's a standing date i have with...um, well, myself...to go at least every month. i can usually tempt/trick somebody into going with me, and this week i was lucky enough to find two chaperones.
now i didn't have high hopes for the culinary wonders of spicy-as-hell chicken wings, as the last time i dined at this specific Hooters i was unpleasantly let down. it took two hours to see any food, and the order was incomplete...and ice cold. now i know what you're saying to yourself; the hospitality industry is tough, lots of stress, so many tables to deal with, orders to remember, pleasant attitude to fake... but i beg to differ. over 90% of the patrons at a Hooters are all ordering THE SAME THING: chicken wings and beer. i was no different on this night, but somehow the unfriendly waitress couldn't get it right. you'd think i wouldn't go back.
well sunday i went back. two of my friends and i went to watch some football, eat some greasy food, and drink some cold beer. well, we got the beer, so one for three ain't bad, right? the wings took equally as long as my last visit, and the football...well, let's just say that sundays aparently were not made for football in this alternative dimension of our universe. i'm just guessing here, but this place has roughly 100 TVs. now one might think that with that many TVs, you could view a plethora of different programming choices. even being somewhat of a sports bar, you could guess that at least 2 different events would be shown on the TVs. well, my friend, you shouldn't think so logically. in this Hooters (and quite possibly ALL Hooters for all i know) you will watch nothing but PRO-WRESTLING.
not gonna lie, i enjoyed pro-wrestling when i was 10. heck, i even practiced the moves at home with my friends. i had a favorite wrestler, Sting, because of his amazing death lock leg grip. but today i'm slightly older, and can see how fake this "sport" is. apparently the rest of the over 21 year old population of my city is not so observant. there was not an empty table in the whole restaurant, and all of the diners were intently watching, and cheering on, the Sunday Night Raw, or whatever raunchy play-on-words they have for make believe violence.
so, of course, i had to go to another Hooters today for lunch to get the proverbial and literal bad taste out of my mouth. and it worked. i had a lovely waitress who tried to sell me a t-shirt. i think it was because i was all dressed up for work and she thought it would be funny, which shows more personality than all prior Hooters waitresses combined. and the wings were, stop the press, WARM!
so back to the VT football game with my stomach ache from lunchtime Hooters.
p.s. i made a mistake in my last post...i did not hear about Damien Rice from Grey's Anatomy. i was enlighted to their melodic harmonies by the greatest mix-cd maker in the world back in the winter of 2003.
now i didn't have high hopes for the culinary wonders of spicy-as-hell chicken wings, as the last time i dined at this specific Hooters i was unpleasantly let down. it took two hours to see any food, and the order was incomplete...and ice cold. now i know what you're saying to yourself; the hospitality industry is tough, lots of stress, so many tables to deal with, orders to remember, pleasant attitude to fake... but i beg to differ. over 90% of the patrons at a Hooters are all ordering THE SAME THING: chicken wings and beer. i was no different on this night, but somehow the unfriendly waitress couldn't get it right. you'd think i wouldn't go back.
well sunday i went back. two of my friends and i went to watch some football, eat some greasy food, and drink some cold beer. well, we got the beer, so one for three ain't bad, right? the wings took equally as long as my last visit, and the football...well, let's just say that sundays aparently were not made for football in this alternative dimension of our universe. i'm just guessing here, but this place has roughly 100 TVs. now one might think that with that many TVs, you could view a plethora of different programming choices. even being somewhat of a sports bar, you could guess that at least 2 different events would be shown on the TVs. well, my friend, you shouldn't think so logically. in this Hooters (and quite possibly ALL Hooters for all i know) you will watch nothing but PRO-WRESTLING.
not gonna lie, i enjoyed pro-wrestling when i was 10. heck, i even practiced the moves at home with my friends. i had a favorite wrestler, Sting, because of his amazing death lock leg grip. but today i'm slightly older, and can see how fake this "sport" is. apparently the rest of the over 21 year old population of my city is not so observant. there was not an empty table in the whole restaurant, and all of the diners were intently watching, and cheering on, the Sunday Night Raw, or whatever raunchy play-on-words they have for make believe violence.
so, of course, i had to go to another Hooters today for lunch to get the proverbial and literal bad taste out of my mouth. and it worked. i had a lovely waitress who tried to sell me a t-shirt. i think it was because i was all dressed up for work and she thought it would be funny, which shows more personality than all prior Hooters waitresses combined. and the wings were, stop the press, WARM!
so back to the VT football game with my stomach ache from lunchtime Hooters.
p.s. i made a mistake in my last post...i did not hear about Damien Rice from Grey's Anatomy. i was enlighted to their melodic harmonies by the greatest mix-cd maker in the world back in the winter of 2003.
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