Hooter’s from hell

The higher brain functions have ceased to function and it is impossible to continue on calculus. There is still writing, because it doesn't take much brain power to translate thoughts into words. The truth is any idiot can do it so I can join the idiots for a period of time. I don't need to think, but just express my opinion.

I traveled to Hooter's for my first time and it was pretty much breast and more breast. I am not referring to chicken, but the dress of the waitresses. It is entirely degrading to women. The place is there purely for eye candy of the guests, because it isn't the food that draws the crowds.

The food was horrible. I had a tenderloin sandwich that tasted like rubber and had about the same texture as a tire. I could have done without the fries, because they over cooked and the equivalent to cement. I would have had a better meal if I had gone to McDonald's. It would have been gourmet compared to the cardboard I ate at Hooters.

The atmosphere was interesting to say the least. It was packed, but the low level of formality reduced the appeal. If I go to a restaurant I want to be taken to a table and not a "sit where ever you like". Formalities are there to add respectability to a place and this place doesn't have any. The waitresses have shirts that are much too small for them and shorts that are only suited for a beach. This place plays on the lack of a shirt and has a song about it. This song was sung during my presents and lacked any creativity. My IQ was reduced, because I experienced this place. The only thing that was of any intellectual merit was my company.

The company was pleasant. I endured this hell hole for my sister and her, new man, Matt. It was a group of four that included Joyce, Matt, Megan and me. I went to meet Matt, who had just flown in from Washington State. Matt's sister, Megan, and I met up at McDonald's and then went to Hooters. Once meeting Matt and my sister introductions were made and conversation was started. I was able to instantly see the sibling connection between Megan and Matt, because they fought like brother and sister. This was fun to watch, because I don't fight with my sister. The two of us simply observed the drama that unfolded and it was some sight. I never saw two people argue so much in a pleasant kind of picking on each other sort of way. This did make the place bearable and the experience over all a positive one. I still never wish to go to Hooter's ever again unless the company is exceptional and I don't have any taste buds left.