Signs of growing older
Yet another sign I'm getting older: I threw a bachelor party last night that started at Hooters, and I'm eager to go back. Not because of the girls (I was actually older than our waitress which was kinda scary) but because they had the best wings I've had in ages.
posted by Kevin at
10:58 PM
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Ever since my time at college, I've been a longtime proponent of this. Chris Rock was dead wrong when he said, "No one goes to Hooters for wings."
By
CW, at 12:41 PM
Up to about four years ago, I used to go to Hooters for the wings and ... the atmosphere. There was nothing like relaxing with a cold beer, hot wings and sensuous curves. Yet, that all ended when I ordered my wings and they didn't bring any ranch dressing. Not a problem since the waitress was kind to fulfill my request with one of those small commercially packaged servings. You know the ones that have just enough dressing for three or four wings. And she kindly brought me another when I asked ... and another ... and another ... and then the bill. I learned that those ranch cups weren't part of the meal but rather an extra. At two dollars a pop, I had eaten eight dollars of dressing!!!! ::: sigh ::: What happens when a restaurant gets greedy? We find that the beer is colder at other places, the wings even tastier, and sexier girls are all over the place.
Just my thought anyway,
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Anon A. Mus, at 9:15 AM
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