I didn't choose to go here - but coworkers did so I thought I'd give it a whirl for the sake of the blog. There are no shots of the "girls" - didn't feel it was necessary and didn't want to be a creepy person photographing them either. Their scrunchy socks do amaze me. Thankfully there was no hula hooping or things of that nature.
Curly fries with cheese dip - nothing to write home about. No seasoning, nacho cheese velveeta, bleh.
The chicken was fine - for fried chicken pieces. There was no flavor on them at all. And there wasn't even enough sauce to dip them in. I tried rolling them around - nope. Then I asked for a side of medium sauce - since the mild was like orange water. That made it worse. They brought me a cup of gloppy "sauce" about the consistency of peanut butter and it tasted like it might have gone bad. It definitely wasn't pourable. I tried 2 bites with that and left it.
I've heard for YEARS about their wings - maybe the problem is that I got the boneless - but I was not impressed at all. Kind of repulsed actually.
Another coworker got the fried pickles - they're chips not spears - and they were pretty good.
Why Should You Go? Don't - unless you like boobs.
You know Hooters has an owl - we decided we should start a chain called Cocks with a big rooster for the mascot. What do ya think? Anybody with me. I think it's a gold mine!