There are a lot of occasions being commemorated this year, including the
100th anniversaries of flight, Harley-Davidson, the Yankees and the
World Series. Plus the 40th anniversary of JFK's death and the 25th
anniversary of Bucky Dent's home run. But does anything compare to the 20th
anniversary of the best thing to come out of Florida since Tino Martinez?
You know what I'm talking about: Hooters, which first opened its doors in Clearwater back on Oct. 3, 1983. (This post obviously written early to capitalize on Google searches.)
Looking back on two decades of televised sports, chicken wings and scantily-clad women, I find myself thinking couldn't anyone have made a mint selling this? Amazingly, it took until Sept. 8, 1997, for Hooters to invade New York and perch itself on 56 Street between Seventh and Eighth Avenues, a convenient 15-minute walk from my apartment.
I stopped by this past Saturday and Sunday to catch some football and, although Hooters is regarded as a tourist joint, the place is comfortable, spacious and well-lit, without the sensory overload you find at many sports bars that look like a futuristic TV control room and are as loud as an airplane hangar.
The only drawback is that there weren't a lot of female customers. But there were a lot of hot broads walking around in tight, orange panties. So it's a pick 'em there. Prices for Sunday's NFL games are pretty standard: $14 for a pitcher of Bud or Bud Light, $8-11 for wings and other tasty bar fare, free downblouse glimpses at the waitress' cleavage. (The bonus is that even if she catches you, you're not ejected from the game.)
The first week of the NFL season is always a mess around here. Our Sunday waitress said there was a four-page waiting list to get a table for the opening week's 1 p.m. games, but my buddies were able to secure a long table for the 4 p.m. games without much of a problem. Looks like a new Sunday afternoon routine is born.
In Five Words or Less: Great Breasts. Chicken Ones, Too
Hooters Links:
Hooters of Texas Feature Girl Archive — I knew Texas would have some smoking waitresses. Check out Jacqueline. God almighty, I can order cheeseburgers from chicks like that? WTF?
Hooters Magazine Girl Galleries — There's some brunettes in there. You just have to find 'em. Like looking for Waldo, but more fun.
Hooters of Florida Sunrise Bikini Contest Pics — C'mon, these chicks aren't waitresses, right?
Google Image Search : Hooters — Another 18 gazillion pics of Hooters chicks and the sites that host them.
Hooters: A Case Study — Fortune reports on 20 years of financial success. As if I'm going to read something on Hooters.
'About Hooters' Company Page — I appreciate the honesty of the place. "Hooters characterizes itself as a neighborhood place, not a family restaurant. Seventy-percent of all customers are male, most between the ages of 25-54. Hooters does not market itself to families, but they do occasionally patronize the restaurants." Yeah, keep those damn kids at home, man. I'm trying to keep track of both the Giants and some chick's bouncing rack. I don't wanna have to listen to your little brat cry about his food.
You forgot to mention Hooters Airlines. "In the event of a water landing your stewardess can be used as a floatation device."
I like the photo. A fine example of our Hooters fare here in Dallas.
Posted by A.J. at September 10, 2003 12:30 AM