It reminded me I f my own faithful trip to hooters with a friend and his father.
I don’t think I know what was going on there, but I did feel like it was super awkward because they were talking about the waitress like she wasn’t there.
I mostly remember the wings we had were not very good.
Wings should not be battered with cornmeal. Though I don’t eat that much meat anymore.
There was a heartwarming essay in the NYT awhile back called “Why Dads Take Their Gay Sons to Hooters” by Peter Rothpletz.
I’d be tempted in fiction to make Hooters a secret line of temples to Athena the way Nike outlets are… well… temples to Nike.
That was brilliant. I thoroughly enjoyed that.
It reminded me I f my own faithful trip to hooters with a friend and his father.
I don’t think I know what was going on there, but I did feel like it was super awkward because they were talking about the waitress like she wasn’t there.
I mostly remember the wings we had were not very good.
Wings should not be battered with cornmeal. Though I don’t eat that much meat anymore.
Thanks for linking that. Loved it.
This made me smile :)
Great article.