Hooters

The sun hung heavy in the midday sky as I pushed open the door to Hooters, the neon-lit oasis of fried comfort in a desert of American sameness. From the outside, it could have been any other joint, but inside, it was the temple of Americana – precisely what one would expect, and yet so much more. As we stepped through the entrance, the unmistakable sultry opening riffs of T-Rex’s “Bang a Gong” permeated the air, wrapping us in a cloak of rock 'n' roll nostalgia. It was as if the universe itself was setting the tone for our experience, a cosmic nod to the hedonistic vibes of the 70s, perfectly encapsulating the electric atmosphere of Hooters. The air was thick with the scent of frying batter and buffalo sauce. There's a sense of forbidden delight in places like this, a slice of counterculture wedged between conformist norms. And right in the center of it all was our Hooters waitress, Syria. With the swagger of someone who knows they run the show, she delivered service with an edge - a quick wit, a faster smile, and a hint of mischief in her eyes. You couldn’t help but be charmed. The fried pickles hit the table with a promise, and they didn't disappoint. Crispy, golden bites of tangy delight - a paean to deep-fried dreams. The wings, extra crispy as per our seditious request, were a testament to the beauty of simplicity done right. And who would have thought, amidst this temple to poultry and bawdiness, the Buffalo Chicken salad would stand out? Fresh, zingy, a veritable phoenix rising from the deep-fryer's ashes. Amidst the revelry, a curious observation: apart from the ladies in uniform, my wife stood alone. An island of femininity in a sea of testosterone. It was oddly poetic – the perfect foil to an otherwise predictably hedonistic afternoon. As we ambled out, the world outside seemed just a touch duller, a shade less vibrant. Hooters, in its brash, unapologetic splendor, had delivered. And as sure as the desert sun, we knew – we would be back.

Picked up an Uber eats order here. Hostess was very nice. Manager was a little difficult to talk to. Fish tacos were not great. It was just one big piece of fish and a bit too much sauce. I liked the slaw on it.

We drove 2 hours to go here to clebrate my birthday. While I was in the restroom my family let Julia, our server, know it was my birthday. She acknowledged them, but then did nothing with it. They were disappointed because they were hoping to embarrass me. Maybe they don't do that anymore. I don't know. However, the food was really good. We had wings, a burger, fries, pickles, and shrimp. The beer was cold and mixed drinks were very well made. The restaurant was clean and inviting. The chairs at the high tops were very wobbly and felt like they were going to collapse any moment. We tried to swap them out with another table but they were the same way. 4 out of 5 girls were attractive. Glad we had one of the 4.

Had cracked plastic glass. Asked waitress walking by that was taking care of a corner table nearby if I could get another glass. Our waitress was doing a terrific job but had just taken our orders back. This waitress i asked sorta smiles kinda smart and remarks that she is not my waitress and says yours is over there and points to where our waitress went. I thought that was kinda rude and uncalled for. The 4 stars are for the waitress that waited our table, not the lazy one that could not help and wanted to be rude on the sly.

Waited to be seated for 25 minutes. Never was seared they had about 15 customers who were all complaining we left annoyed and disappointed but happy we saved ourselves from that service. From reading several other reviews this seems to be common practice for this site. Truly sad to know yall are aware and don't try to manage it better