I don't remember how or why, but I do remember driving past Hooters and vaguely making some smart-ass comment when he asked if I wanted to go there for dinner. Somehow this led to him daring me to apply for a job "as a joke. Of course it worked, because if there's one surefire way to get me to do something, it's telling me I can't do it. In hindsight, he probably just wanted to say his girlfriend worked at Hooters, because welcome to life in New Jersey. But the joke was on him, because that job ended up lasting way longer than our relationship did.
Wings, Thighs, Breasts: It’s Hooters’ World, We Just Die In It
Thanks for getting back to me. The article is for literary website The Fanzine, and the primary angle is that Hooters is pretty fucking weird. No response yet from Ms. Yet Hooters continues to expand, with new locations opening all over the world: Last year Hooters announced that it is planning to open more than 30 restaurants in Southeast Asia over the next six years. In fact, the location here at The MofG just opened last November.