I will never claim to be an expert on women, and every time I think that I get one facet about them figured out, I’m proven otherwise. Even seemingly the most basic elements about the female gender I get wrong. The few things I thought I was on track with was actually way off course.
When I overcome the ultimate challenge of getting a woman to agree to go for dinner with me, I assume that one place that would be wise to avoid is Hooters. Thinking they would prefer a place where the female servers are full dressed and televisions aren’t on everywhere you look (yes, there are tv’s at Hooters) so some attention could be focused on them. I’ve already learned that Wendy’s isn’t a very favorable choice, despite the variety of options on their 99 cent menu, especially when she is all dressed up. I wouldn’t even think of suggesting Hooters and expect the evening to last much longer, but apparently I’m wrong.
Let’s be honest, I enjoy dining at Ole Hickory for their barbeque ribs, at Mel-O-Dee for their broasted chicken and at Hooter’s for their…service. And I believe that the overwhelming majority of their customers feel the same way. Yes, their wings may be pretty good, but what makes Hooters different, as everywhere sells wings now, is the Hooter Girls.
I recently visited a Hooters, which for the record is a very rare occurrence, and I was struck by the number of couples and families in attendance. I noticed them while scanning all the different televisions across the dining room, a really close NCAA tournament basketball game was on, but don’t ask me who was playing. And the women didn’t seem to mind being there at all.
I just couldn’t imagine a conversation like this taking place:
Him: What’s for dinner tonight?
Her: I don’t know, but lets go out. I don’t feel like cooking.
Him: How about Hooters?
Her: Sounds good. I’ll get the kids.
No eye roll, smart comeback, or an elbow in the chops from the woman, but total agreement. It’s granted permission to ogle at young ladies serving up generous samples of cleavage and shorts that are shorter than short. Of course they all have very pleasant personalities too.
Maybe its different for women, as again I know nothing about them, but if the roles were reversed I would have no interest in going to a restaurant with scantily clad male servers.
On Facebook, I made a post asking women how they feel about going to Hooters and the overwhelming response was that they saw no problem with it, and just really liked the wings.
So I guess it really is all about the food, personally, I was disappointed in the wings but am willing to go back for another try. Any women want to go with me?
