Yes, the resturant.
I always objected to it. I did honestly. However, when our buddy Rob came over from Scotland last year, we had to take him to Hooters since it is an “American” thing to do.
Of course there was beer involved. I’m pretty sure it’s because you can’t get a Scottish person near beer without them twitching a little bit.
And of course there were hooters. I mean girls. OK, there were hooters. He blushed so bad when we asked the Hooters girls to take a picture with him. It was adorable!
But then I was shocked.
I didn’t think a straight woman would have a reaction like this:
Of course if I had Hooters that close to my face I might have made the same face.
But what I failed to mention is that Tammy and our waitress Tara got a long really well. They even had a moment when the two of them teared up together.
Look at Tara’s shirt. It’s a breast cancer shirt. Her grandmother was a survivor too. It was a wonderful moment for them to both be able to support each other in that way. We need to go back. Tara was awesome, and we had a great time there. The food was great too. So, fortunately, Hooters is more than just boobs.