Well, I always think it’s stupid to go to a club where half or fully naked ladies rub their ass cheeks on a poll. Or, for a nominal fee, they will pretend your knee is the poll. All the while, you don’t get to touch them, suggest touching them, or get the sweet release that you want.
But then again, I’m not a guy.
Another womanly perspective: I never thought I’d be defending them, because their food sucks (and THAT’s why I don’t want to return), but Hooters is not Objectified Stripper Hell. The concept is a little dumb, and the outfits are indeed ridiculous rather than sexy in my opinion, but it’s nowhere near as raunchy as those who haven’t been think it is, and the waitresses are no more ‘subservient’ than any waitstaff. Who knows, maybe when it was first conceived, it was intended to be a seedy eat n’ grab show, but it’s definitely not one now. It’s a joke.
Obviously the website and prospectus will hold a business up as the pinnacle of its concept. That doesn’t mean it necessarily is. So yes, neither the website nor the employee handbook mean tits, in this case.
The wings suck ass, however. I don’t know why they advertise them. There’s this place in north beach that makes them seem like vomit in comparison.
So let’s stop arguing about arguments, acknowlege the point that despite its stereotyped image, hooters is nothing more than a quirky restaurant, and get back to the discussion of the handguns for handjobs disarmament program.
Well, I suppose we could try arguing about agreements, but that doesn’t sound as fun.
Ah, nothing sexier than a hot chick with her copy of the latest Gallup!
You’re welcome. It was a waitress joke, it’s what waitresses in old timey coffee shops called their customers, and what I was called in a Hooters. Thus, in a way, a Hooters is much like an old fashioned truck-stop coffee shop.
To others.
Personally, I* like* the wings at Hooters. However, I admit I looooove chicken wings.
“Cluck-U” aka University Chicken does have better Wings, but they specialize in them. OTOH, I think the dressing was better at Hooters. Mind you although I think their wings were good, I haven’t gone out of my way to visit any here in CA, last time I was at a Hooters it was in Dallas.
Um, yeah, that’s exactly what I meant. Duh 
Well, it depends on where you go and how much you pay. In some areas/juristictions you can indeed touch- even on the breasts. In many areas you can touch only where a small bikini wouldn’t cover- in other words, not the breast and only part of the butt, best yes on the thighs, outer butt, legs, tummy, back, etc. In other areas of the USA they can touch you but you can’t touch them. This last is kind of boring, to me.
Men can and do get “sweet release” by a chick grinding in their lap. I have. It depends on the dancer, of course. Sometimes the girls do a “little more” which can’t be seen- if the tip is big enough. I have heard that sometimes in some areas they “go all the way” in private rooms, but I can’t confirm that.
All that with a platter of wings in one hand and a pitcher of beer in the other. Who knew?
Perhaps this is the problem. Do you think the waitresses in the restaurant are dressed like the girls in the calendar photos? They aren’t. Not unless the place has changed since I was there in the 90s.