Tribute to Hooters

Hooters, I haved loved you. You are unashamed, your faux-70s rec room paneling, your orange neon lighting, your witty wet nap sayings. You are self-aware, "still winging it" and "delightfully tacky" after all these years. You are funny too, your $200 Gourmet Chicken Wing Dinner with the same stick-thin wings, except for the accompanying bottle … Continue reading Tribute to Hooters