I've only been to Hooter's a few times and I'll just start by saying that I'm pretty much indifferent to their "chicks in little shorts with their tatas hanging out" gimmick. I mean, I like pretty girls as much as the next straight girl, but I'm not in the Hooter's target demographic. The girls at this location didn't look like busted methheads so that's a plus. They were all very nice to me and not exceptionally nice to my boyfriend. Well done, gals. The man and I ordered a big plate of medium regular wings and they were sooooo good. I guess I really do go to Hooter's for the wings. The skillet tot thing we ordered with the wings was so-so, but the mountain of delicious wings more than made up for that. The man was happy watching sports on the million TV's they have all over every wall, and I was happy chowing down. Not bad, Hooter's. I'm a fan.
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