By the way, beagledave, last summer I ate at a Bob Evans restaurant while we were traveling, and on their “summer menu” they had a really good cold chicken pasta salad. I really liked it and always meant to find A Bob Evans near my own house to go back to. Maybe it’s on the menu again this summer? You gotta Bob Evans near you?
Hunh. Dunno, but I know I saw it as of last Thursday, 8:30 PM. Bowl of spiral pasta, multicolored, with grilled chicken pieces on top and 2 sides of vinagrette, right?
No, but how many times would you go if they did? I mean, a schlong’s a schlong the world over, but the beauty of a great rack is a thing for the ages.
I’m a female and I go to Hooters pretty often, and I get lots of praise from my husband/brother/father/male friends for the fact that I don’t mind going. They play good music, have good french fries, and those Hooters girls are the BEST at refilling your beer every time they pass your table. (In fact, that’s a fun game. “Down your beer before the Hooters Girl can refill!”)
I generally order Buffalo Shrimp, Crab Legs, or a Hot Dog.
There was a place somewhere around the Tampa Bay Area (The very first Hooter’s is about 30 minutes away in Clearwater) called “Peckers”. Supposedly, it was owned by a woman and the servers were all scantily-clad guys. Didn’t last long, though.
Observation for New York City area dopers:
Apparently, the closest restaurant to the New Jersey Children’s Museum is the Hooter’s on Route 17. Yes, that Hooter’s has high chairs, and yes, the Museum does not allow food. 
[sub]Personally, I’d be uncomfortable bringing wife & kids to Hooters. And there’s plenty of great girl-watching in Manhattan. [/sub]
Apparently there’s at least one Big Pecker’s Bar & Grill
The Hooters™ here has free food for kids on the weekends…so they do seem to target that demographic at least during weekend days.
I would certainly frequent my local Hooters more if they had some decent stuff on the menu. I hate all that deep fried shit, and that’s almost all they have.
I go occasionally for some beers, and lord, there are some spectacularly beautiful young ladies working there.
That salad sounds pretty good, maybe they still have it here. I guess I’ll have to check it out…
I once visited a strip club that had a fantasic Chinese chicken salad.
You got the advantage of full boobage for free and no ugly ass pantyhose worn by the waitstaff.
I suggest you start taking the wife to the local strip clubs until you find a menu you like.
I’ve been wondering how I am going to invest a chunk of cash that will be coming my direction next fall and now my problems have been solved!!! I’m thinking that a swizzle-stickless bartender with amazing talents could draw a crowd. Whadda think?
Sorry bout that, missed the humor. way too much work, not enough sleep, and a GF that is being a complete psycho hose beast is starting to actually get to me…
As long as I can still get oysters while I . . . er, discuss Moliere . . . with the waitstaff, I’m happy.
[Homer Simpson]
Marge, “Hooters” refers to owls. You know, like those Spotted Owls that Lisa and her environmentalist friends like so much
[/Homer Simpson]
The last time I told Mrs. @ss I was going to hooters, she slipped $50.00 in my pocket and suggested I go to the American Bush, a local establishment where you can play amateur gynecologist. When I got home, she had taken a shower and changed the sheets.
Cranky my love, as a matter of fact we do have a Bob Evans here.
I opened the resturant!! It is the first one this side of the Mississippi.
My sister still works there and I will have to ask her if they have rolled out that summer menu yet and then give Dave a call to appease Mrs. Dave.
You see, Mrs. Dave is quite a lovely woman who allowed a strange woman to knock on her door and invited her in to give her husband a christmas gift from a message board online.
And Dave love, we have to e-mail so I can get your number so that way when the baby finally shows up you can call so I can have the honnor of sharing the news with our family here.
Now, back to the pit rant at hand and sorry for the interuption, I got a little carried away.
They made your 38-week-pregnant wife sad. In any sane society, you’d be perfectly justified in burning the place down. A real “jury of your peers” (i.e., the husbands of extremely pregnant women) would never convict you.
I may be over reacting, though; Mrs. Bashere is 14 weeks gone, and I’m about one cup of coffee from a tri-state killing spree…