Hooters has quite the reputation among customer and skeptics alike. But the kitschy, and sometimes even tacky, restaurant chain known for its wings, orange short shorts, and—of course—lots of cleavage has a number of little-known facts that you need to know before you cast judgment. And also before you head out for your next hot wing binge. On October 4, the very first location opened in the Sunshine State.
Hooters, Inc. The waiting staff at Hooters restaurants are primarily young women, usually referred to simply as "Hooters Girls", whose revealing outfits and sex appeal are played up and are a primary component of the company's image. The company employs men and women as cooks, hosts at some franchises , busboys , and managers. Almost all Hooters restaurants hold alcoholic beverage licenses to sell beer and wine, and where local permits allow, a full liquor bar.
If you tell your friends you're going to Hooters, you're basically telling everyone you know, "My life will be empty unless I see the upper part of a boob within the next hour, so I'm gonna go do that for a little while". A smarter option is to go to another eating and drinking establishment where the women are similarly not wearing very much. Don't worry, none of your friends will figure out that the servers at Mugs 'N Jugs are scantily clad.
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In high school, I prided myself on the ability to roll a joint while also driving stick. The story of how I got a job at Hooters actually starts when I was about 10 years old. I wore a training bra in fifth grade, and like all training bras, mine got snapped. Before then, I was a miniature athlete. I played soccer, collected enough first-place swimming ribbons to fill a cork board, and even perfected a back flip off the high dive.