How about a physicist-themed restaurant where all the waiters (and waitresses – no need to go single-sex here) walk around in white lab coats and dark-rimmed glasses, carrying lab notebooks to take your order in. They all have plenty of pens for this in their pocket protector. It could be called Atoms or something, and your waitstaff is expected to use highfalutin’ polysyllabic words to take your order.
Of course, you could sex it up by having them wear skimpy getups under the coats, and having drinks with names like “Stimulated Emission”
Sure, if I were 40 lbs lighter, 10 years younger, and had no job I’d totally do it. Very few women get turned on by guys who look like they’re 7 months along though.
I guess I could have gotten a job there when I was 20 or so and I probably would have taken it. But I would have been fired within the first month for my crappy attitude and lack of flair. And I seriously doubt these guys would get the kind of tips the Hooters girls make. I once worked at a place that got a lot of groups of women out for some fun. They tended to forget to tip at all … or maybe they just hated my service.
Hell yes.
I’ve known several Hooters (and the similarly themed Kerr’s Winghouse) employees, and they are all of the opinion (or experience) that anyone groping would be out on his ear.
coitus on the littoral zone? titian-haired jezebels? milkfat-lubricated mamnary glands?
as for the OP? heck yes i would and there would be no woman too ugly to make me turn down the cash. the real problem you’d face is the constant coming and going of arousals. i bet that’d start to chafe.
If I had the body for it, I’d love to do it for awhile. I expect I’d get tired of it after a few weeks or months, but I’d give it a shot.
It’s like an Applebees, only it costs more and the food is not as good. Their much vaunted wings are blander than Martha Stewart’s bed and only slightly less expensive. The other appetizer consisted of tater tots covered with a tiny amount of melted cheese and a huge pile of sour cream, and like 3 chive slices.
The waitress wear tight t-shirts and orange shorts, (hardly the equivalent of a speedo) and are pretty, though they didn’t seem to put a high emphasis on individuality. Service was about what you’d expect from an Applebees/Chilis/RedRobin kind of place.
So, if paying an extra 25% blandness tax is worth the small chance that you would not get a reasonably attractive server in her mid-20s in some other diner, and you have the palate of an 60 year old British matron or a 4 year old, I can heartily recommend Hooters. Otherwise, not so much.
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To be fair, my judgement may be colored by the fact the only time I went to one was during a dinner break at Otakon. We were already in a target-rich environment, as far as breasts and/or legs were concerned, and said bits were often attached to women who were much more interesting. I was, however, outvoted.