Dixie Hooters

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Hoots?

I was really looking forward to visiting this Hooters. Actually, I really look forward to all of my visits to Hooters. So that probably doesn’t mean much. We had just driven for three hours across the state of Kentucky, and checked into our Louisville hotel. Mickey’s hands said it was past 7:30 PM, and Bill’s stomach said it was well past dinner time.

 

Hooters-Dixie Highway, which is the official name of this establishment, was about a mile south of our hotel, so we were there in just a few minutes.

I can't beleive the name "Corn Hole" caught on for this game
As we approached the traditionally tacky building, I immediately noticed something was wrong. Actually, two somethings were wrong. Both had to do with their sign. First the “ER” in HOOTERS was burned out. The sign now proudly proclaimed that I would be having dinner at HOOTS. I was not sure how I felt about that. I always liked the double entendre that HOOTERS suggested. But, I’m flexible. The next thing that jumped out at me, was that they were sponsoring a Corn Hole tournament. Now, I happen to know that corn hole is a game in which bean bags are tossed at targets with a hole in them. Points are earned for getting the bag in hole and getting it close. But, I also know that corn hole has it’s own double entendre. Suddenly flexibility did not seem like the right thing to be. But, as the tournament was not for another week, I decided it was safe to enter.

 

We, that would be me and my darling wife, Margo, walked in and were led to our seat by a girl (Amanda, youngish looking, even for Hooters) in a plain white tank top, but otherwise clad in the traditional uniform.

Too dark
I guessed that she (and one other) was a Hooters Girl-in-training. I will avoid any jokes about training bras at this point, but it will take some effort. As this was Friday night, it was pretty busy, and I immediately decided that Friday prime dinner time was not the best time to go to Hooters. The girls had plenty to do, and not much time to interact with their guests. This may not qualify as a tragedy, but it does warrant misty eyes.

 

Our server/Hooters Girl was Katie. I noticed that she didn’t really start to smile until she approached our table. If I was delusional, I would say that was because of me. But as that is not one of my faults, I am confident it was her training kicking in. Sadly, the pressures of this shift would wipe her pleasant smile away as soon as she left. That seemed to be contagious.

One of the picts that got me in trouble.
The other girls were definitely in Hooters mode when they were interacting with the customers, but that left them when they went back to the business part of the order. Still, there are worst ways to spend your time, then sipping a mint julep (this was Kentucky Derby country) and watching scantily clad girls.

 

The worse part of the evening soon sprang upon me. This was partly my fault, or maybe it wasn’t. You be the judge. I was snapping pictures in the restaurant waiting for our food. But, I noticed that the pics were too dark and a bit grainy. So I turned on the flash. It took exactly two flash pictures for the Manager on Duty, Eldon, I think his name was, to be roused from his perch and to approach our table. He asked why I was taking pictures. I kind of thought that might be obvious. I told him that “I collect Hooters” I thought this clever enough to at least open up a conversation on the matter.

Birthday Party. (shh don't tell Eldon)
Nope. Ole Eldon (or whatever) informed me (very courteously and very politely) that the “Girl’s liked to be asked” before there pics are taken. And that the flash was disturbing them while they waited on other customers.

 

OK. Will do, Mr. Eldon. I had not seen any of the girls complain to him, nor did any rush to thank him for his chivalry. I had visited this franchisee’s website prior to my visit and I found hundreds of pictures of the girls on it. I guess they had been asked first.

 

Well, as we progressed through our meal Katie came back to check on us, asking how my Mint Julep was. Apparently not many people actually order them in Hooters. And of course she asked how the food was.

Me and Katie and the Trainees
Everything was Hunky and Dory. At the end of the meal, I asked if we could get a picture and she was happy to comply.

 

As a matter of fact, she specifically wanted to gather up a bunch of the camera shy girls to be included. This was hard evidence that I had offended her and the others. But, at that exact instant a bus disgorged a victorious High School baseball team, and about 40 new customers walked in at once. After we paid, we asked if we could me her and ther girls up front, as we wanted to look at the Hooter’s merchandise. My daughter had put in a request for sweats. She readily agreed and left to start helping out with the madness that was in it’s infancy.

 

The noise and excitement level was rising rapidly, and Katie came up front to meet us and started apologizing right away.

Love the palm trees
There was just no way to tear the other girls away, as they were frantically pulling tables together and getting soft drinks. But, she was happy to take a picture with me. And as the two In Training girls walked by she snagged them for a quick picture. With that accomplished we left. Interesting, if not completely fulfilling experience. We were planning on visiting the Florence, KY restaurant on Sunday. This would be a chance for Kentucky to redeem itself.

 

dothoin says:
Shame on you Bill for upsetting poor 'ol Eldon with your photographic zeal ...hope he didn't completely put you off your Mint Julep. However bad your experience was it still was a lot better than my last HOOTERS Berlin experience ...just 3 non-blonde unhootered hostesses for my delectation ...life is so unfair at times :-)
Posted on: Apr 28, 2010
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Too dark
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I didn't time my food, but I didn…
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