What’s Hooter’s like?
I briefly considered playing along, but after considering my actual personality and recalling that I would commit seppuku* before working in food services, I’ll have to say no.
In a heartbeat.
“Hey ladies, I’m plnnr and I’ll be waiter tonight. In addition to our usual kilbasas and foot longs we’re having a special tonight on zuchini bread and banana dacquiris. And if you’re going to want to put my tip in my thong, please make sure you warm your hands up first. Now, who wants mayo? Ranch dressing?”
Now, you guys do know there would be plenty of ugly women putting tips in your thong, right? You know, just like there are plenty of ugly guys hitting on Hooters waitresses.
Chicken with sausage stuffing…
If I had the body and needed the job, I’d be up for it.
I’d go there to ogle the guys!! I love the menu suggestions!!
I don’t think there is enough of anything that caters to women’s fantasies. This would be a nice step in the right direction!
Sure, I’d do it.
But only if they change the name to either Gutters or Saggy Ass.
That way there wouldn’t be any false advertising.
Sure, I’d do it.
But only if they change the name to either Gutters or Saggy Ass.
That way there wouldn’t be any false advertising.
I seem to recall having this conversation in college. One guy (who happened to be named Peter) thought that the place should be called “Peters”.
Perhaps I’m unusual, but a random guy’s “package” doesn’t really turn me on. I would be more uncomfortable than turned on by a bunch of men in a restaurant wearing Speedos and T-shirts (no bare chests in a restaurant, you know.) I agree with H8_2_W8–I think that such a restaurant would be more popular with the gay crowd than women.
So, we could revise the OP’s question a bit. Would you work at such a place–where both women and gay men would be likely to ogle?
Perhaps you could have the men wear UPS uniforms. Some women are turned on by them!
No guys allowed unless accompanied by a woman…so there!!
<b>Gentlemen - would you work here? I don’t mean as management, I mean as a waiter. Would you walk around with all your assets on display? Would you mind the ogling?</b>
I have never understood this weirdness women have with guys “looking at them.” What, you mean I’m ATTRACTIVE? Aesthetically pleasant, visually speaking? Perhaps even (gasp!) desirable? What’s the problem here? Look away, ladies!
<b>Bear in mind that not evey female customer is going to be Pamela Anderson. Bear in mind that you’ll get more than your share of dowdy fiftysomethings on a Girls Night Out</b>
Comes with the territory. I’d be more annoyed about the beautiful ones who would come in, flirt with me, get drunk and give me their phone number. And then when I called, they’d apologize and say they couldn’t possibly cheat on their boyfriend, even though he’s such a mean, bad guy who never fulfils their needs and blah blah blah, whine, moan etc.
And you KNOW a ton of women would do this - you’re catering to their fantasies and they’d get carried away with it, but regret it later. Just like guys, really. Oh yeah, and they they’d say you were “creepy” for calling them, even though they gave you their number.
<b>Bear in mind that some patrons will want to grope you, whether you want them to or not.</b>
Let 'em. 
I’ve no fear of being touched by women.
<b>Bear in mind that the more you smile and flirt, the more you’ll make in tips.</b>
And this is different from any other food job… how? Being kind and/or flirty will net any waiter or waitress bigger tips.
<b>And finally, bear in mind that your all-female management might strongly suggest that you throw yourselves at the customers.</b>
They can “strongly suggest” that I eat glass, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it. I’ve never had trouble telling my past managers, male or female, that I didn’t like or wouldn’t do something that I considered unreasonable. I’ve resigned jobs over it. I doubt that this tendency of mine would change in this job.
Of course, most people are a lot less stubborn and independent minded than me, so maybe this would be a problem for them.
No, the problem is not the job, or the work, or the atmosphere or the customers. It’s not ideal or fantastic, but not a lot worse than any other waiter/waitress job.
The problem is that I weigh 190 and have a body made for 165-170, and I have significant amount of body hair which I do not feel is evil or disgusting, and would refuse to shave off, and if someone had a problem with that, too bad. In short, I have exactly the wrong body type for a place like this.
The “gay guys hitting on you” (and let’s be realistic, it would happen) thing would bug me a bit, but I think I’d learn to deal with it eventually.
Would I rather be writing code and making lots more money for lots less physical effort? Of course. Would this still be better than digging ditches or working retail? Oh hell yes…
-Ben
Try working in a gay bar. Seriously. I’ve worked in a few and the skills they hired me for were, as far as I was aware, looking cute in a fitted teeshirt and having a pinchable butt. It seemed like heaven for awhile but being hit on that much at work got boring veeeeery fast.
Yes, yes! What about coveralls like mechanics wear? Hot! (That movie where George Clooney was wearing his prison jumpsuit? – oh yeah, baby!)
Well… if you put the waiters in Speedos, that would have been the Glass Menagerie in Milwaukee.
It was a restaurant in a gay bar. A damn good one. On par with some 3 star restaurants for the food.
Potter’s words on working at a gay bar are so true.
I worked at one when I was 21. I was newly in shape, and wore tight clothes on the job to show it off. What I didn’t know was that this was a sign to patrons to grope, pinch, and attempt to kiss me.
Declining such behaviour got you branded as a bitch. In my case, I was either called bitch or “Ice Princess.” After having my crotch grabbed one time too many, I had to leave.
The tips were good. Sometimes they were damn good. It wasn’t worth it to be folded, spindled, and mutilated.
I really hate reading stories like Potter’s and Mockingbird’s. I don’t understand why gay men find it necessary to do this sort of thing. Of course I don’t understand why straight men find it necessary to do this to women either.
There’s an ad I’ve seen on TV. No idea what it’s for, but they had a series where the sort of turned the tables on gender roles. One had a bunch of women watching a footbal game, while hubby ran around in an apron vacuuming and putting coasters under their drinks. I think they had a background song saying, "It’s a woman’s world."
One of the ads was just what you suggest. It was a club/restaurant named Bananas. The waiters were all buff young guys in tight yellow short shorts and white muscle tees. The women would do things like intentionally drop a fork and then stare at the waiter’s butt as he bent down to pick it up.
Very amusing.
As for the OP, I would gladly work in such a place, or otherwise use my body for commercial gain, if I had the type of physique that lent itself to such uses.
I don’t think they’d hire me, but if they did, why not? My self-esteem could use the boost.
I guess it’s just the kind of job that you need to be a little bit of a narcissist to do for a living. “Why, yes… I do love showing off my body! <flaunt flaunt>”
There’s a restaurant here in town called Dick’s Wings - it’s got a racing theme. They sell T-shirts that say I like Dick’s better than Hooter’s. The one time we ate there, the waitress was in jeans and a golf shirt, I think.
A studly waiter in a Speedo wouldn’t have helped matters at all. The food wasn’t all that good. We never went back.
I’ve eaten at a fair number of Hooters. (Well, hell. I travel to some places with very few fine dining options.) I’ve never seen any of the women get groped; many wear their wedding rings. I have heard a few asinine comments, however. The worst thing I’ve seen was a couple going at it in the pickup truck they showed up in. One waitress ran out to check if that was what they were really doing, and the rest gasped and twittered in that "I can’t believe they’re doing what they’re doing.) I just don’t think it is as bad as the op makes out.
I’m sure fireman uniforms with the hose motif would do better than speedos, BTW.
I also don’t see why you have to be a narcissist. I don’t want to look at myself, but knowing women thought I was hot enough to go to a mediocre restaurant for? Damn straight.
Back when waiter money would have been good money, I would have done this. Assuming I could have been hired. And I knew my mom and her friends wouldn’t show up.