Spokane recently got it’s very first Hooters.

We waited a few weeks after they opened to go there so that it wouldn’t be quite so crazy (I hate the unwashed masses). I had been to a Hooters before (in Monroeville, PA), but things were very different at the Spokane location.
It’s a lot louder!
Every time someone would walk in, all the waitresses would scream, in unison, “HI!! WELCOME TO HOOTERS!!”. Then they would stand up on stools and sing and dance when certain songs came on (I’m pretty sure OSHA doesn’t know about that).
We did get damn good service. Every few minutes, one of the girls would walk by, talk to us, make sure everything was fine, and sign a piece of paper on our table. Eddie asked one of the girls how many pieces of paper she had to sign. “All of them” was her reply.
The food itself wasn’t too bad. I had the Cobb Salad, Eddie had the wings, and Jess had some meat and cheese thing in a hoagie. All were priced on par with Red Robin, TGI Fridays, and Boston’s…. so it wasn’t a cheap lunch, but it wasn’t too expensive either.
At one point we were surrounded by the waitress who sang us a song…. loudly…. while they danced around the table.

We also saw what they did to you if you were stupid enough to tell them it was your birthday.
You get to stand on a chair, holding a rubber chicken, while they dance around you and sing. The symbolism of this wasn’t lost un us. Now granted…. standing there holding your cock while surrounded by attractive women isn’t a bad idea, but it is probably a little embarrassing.
But maybe that’s just me.