The best headline was from when the suit was initiated:
WingHouse Girls Rub Hooters the Wrong Way!
The courts are already overloaded. They should have settled this like they did in the old days.
Jell-O wrestling!
May the breast restaurant win!
I’ve virtually never eaten at Hooters. If I wanted to eat mediocre food served by a sexy, half-dressed woman, I’d stay home & have my wife cook dinner.
Talk about your backhanded compliments.
Okay, here’s another headline. After WingHouse started into the market, Hooters argued to the court that they took a financial hit:
Hooters Squeezed by WingHouse
OR
Hooters Feels Pinched by WingHouse
giggle hooters are boobies giggle
I never understood this hole erotic taboo that surounds Hooters. It ain’t porn (well, maybe in Riyad). If ya want to look at boobies, you go to [insert name of local tittie bar here], not Hooters. Someone tell me what is so scandalous about Hooters (aside from the double entendre). The girls wear more than most women wear at the pool/beach, more, actually, because they wear those comicly awful full-saddle tan pantyhose, the twentieth century version of a chastity belt(anytime I see those dreadful things I can’t help but think of Hi holding up a convenience store only to be told he has a panty on his head). Hooters is no more softcore than my 65 year old secretary leaving the third button on her blouse undone. Honestly . . . puritans!
Besides, chicken wings are the least sexy food out there (well maybe pattee, unless of course your Danny Thomas). I mean what with the hot sauce making fingers and lips potentially dangerous to sensitive areas and the guaranteed flatulence. Just saying.
whole, no hole. paging Dr. Freud.
Flying Hooters:
first planes with air bags
Obligatory link to pictures of pair of boobies.
if hooters are boobies and boobies are birds, well by damned that little owl on the logo just says it all.
I’d hoped that Battling Hooters would be like “Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots”, or those Thumb Wrestling "arenas – you know, a heavy piece of cardboard with two holes in it so you and a friend could thumb wrestle. Only it’s need bigger holes.
I could visualize it…
Failing that, I thought it would be about some township pursuing legal action to keep Hoters out. The town I live in has done it, twice. They’re trying to avoid a repoutation as a sleazy town, but I’m not sure it works, as a.) The next town north of us along the highway has two stripper bars and an adult novelty store, and people aren’t clear about where the boundary is; and b.) There are a few “no tell motels” along the same strip.
On top which our highway is kitsch paradise, with a giant orange T. Rex (at a mini-golf), a full-size Chinese Palace , a Polynesian Hut, a steakkhouse with a herd of fiberglass cows and a 100-foot cactus, a Mexican restaurant with EAT in flashing huge neon outside, an Italian restaurant in the shape the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and a restaurant in the shape of a ship (with its bowsprit running into the stoe next door, which has been built to resemble a wharf full f shops).
But at least we don’t have a Hooters.
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giggle hooters are boobies giggle
I never understood this hole erotic taboo that surounds Hooters. It ain’t porn (well, maybe in Riyad). If ya want to look at boobies, you go to [insert name of local tittie bar here], not Hooters. Someone tell me what is so scandalous about Hooters (aside from the double entendre). The girls wear more than most women wear at the pool/beach, more, actually, because they wear those comicly awful full-saddle tan pantyhose, the twentieth century version of a chastity belt(anytime I see those dreadful things I can’t help but think of Hi holding up a convenience store only to be told he has a panty on his head). Hooters is no more softcore than my 65 year old secretary leaving the third button on her blouse undone. Honestly . . . puritans!
I think the whole point of Hooters is that it is just a restaurant, not a strip club! The girls are scantily clad, which is nice, but not strippers, which would frighten some of the more conservative/ “respectable” clientele away! At the Hooters I frequent (in Nashville, TN), families with young children are quite often present. Then again, perhaps my restaurant is a bit more tame than most Hooters out there! Any one care to share their Hooters experiences?
Were you picturing owls fighting, too? I really didn’t find that amusing, feathers flying, talons slashing, sharp pointy beaks biting … shudder I found it a little scary.
Or, since Hooters uses an owl in their logo, they could change their logo to a toucan and start calling the place “Peckers”.
Back in high school, some female stundents had Cocks t-shirts made, complete with rooster, made to protest the abundant Hooters shirts worn by male students. I think they got them both banned, not that I cared. I still wore my Intercourse, PA shirt.
My only recent visit was about a year ago and I would add a bit more of a (crappy) sports bar feel to the place than straight restaraunt. The clientele was about 80% male, no children.
Besides the crappy beer selection (Canoe Brews 'R Us!) and mediocre-to-poor food, I just can’t suspend disbelief enough to get into the “personal touch” schtick. No matter how many times I was “accidentally” rubbed up against, had my personal space invaded, touched familiarly, or was called sweetie, honey, darling, etc., I knew it was all part of an act to extract money from my pocket. Which is what makes the whole thing “stripper lite” and just a little sleazy (as excellently satirized by South Park).
So I left a good tip, but won’t be going back. 
The rest of us wore Blue Ball or Bird in Hand shirts. 
We can fight rough.
The Hooters near my place is quite the family place, including the little ones in high-chairs, except there are fewer kids when WWE is on all the screens. (It’s the least expensive place around when I get a hankering for crab legs [well, at least of the places that have not been cited by the health department…]) Not been to the new WingHouse (1/2 mile from Hooters) yet, but their sign out front says “WE WON!” (Hooters is still fixing their roof from 3 hurricanes worth of damage, but their brand new street sign is orange-lettering-on-black, far more attention-getting than the old orange-on-white.)
Besides the crappy beer selection (Canoe Brews 'R Us!) and mediocre-to-poor food, I just can’t suspend disbelief enough to get into the “personal touch” schtick. No matter how many times I was “accidentally” rubbed up against, had my personal space invaded, touched familiarly, or was called sweetie, honey, darling, etc., I knew it was all part of an act to extract money from my pocket. Which is what makes the whole thing “stripper lite” and just a little sleazy (as excellently satirized by South Park).
I saw that South Park episode a while back, and I thought it was hilarious!
Not that this really has anything to do with the topic of this thread, but Useless Junk has a link to a video of Avril Lavigne wearing a Hooters girl outfit at a concert.