I'm all about a Hooter's Chicken Wing and a cold beer but I just don't understand the concept. In route home Saturday from LSU (doing the daughter's apt. Shuffle). Hot, drenched, tired and irritable, I spot a new Hooter's right out of Baton Rouge on I-12 and I think to myself. Have you ever seen a middle aged woman with NOT SO PERKY HOOTERS, wearing clear leotards, hot pants and a wife beater t-shirt serving Chicken Wings? I DON'T THINK SO!
As I’m dazing out the window and having this ever so shallow thought. I say to my husband we should have stopped and had an ice cold beer and some Hooters. He spits his diet coke clear cross the steering wheel and and says "honey I'm supposed to say that". Well he knew what I meant to say. And that's exactly why the words Hooter and chicken wings should never be commingled for a profit. Seems the jokes on us and here is why.

The Hooters system is currently comprised of over 450 locations in 43 states and 26 countries. I mean some man (I'm assuming it’s a man, cause well I won’t go there) woke up one morning and said I'm going to whip up a batch of hot chicken wings and get a group of very endowed woman to tote them around on a tray. Shortly thereafter he's a millonaire. Now the truth is we love their chicken wings so much we really wouldn't care if they were served by a 34 Double D or a 34 Long.
Please someone tell me why there are no food establishments where men serve food in jock straps or weenie bikinies? Seriously!