April 18, 2010
I was feeling a bit Hooter-shy after my Louisville experience, so I was a tad reluctant when we pulled into the parking lot. But, I was willing to chock it up to just one of those things. I felt a tiny bit better when Margo and I saw several chalk messages welcoming the Central Kentucky Jaycees to Hooters. The restaurant had gone out of their way to make these guys feel welcome. Surely they were not as afraid of flashbulbs as their Louisville cousins had been.
We walked in and were led to a table.
Our Hooters girl, Amanda, was soon taking our order. While waiting for my beer, I tempted fate and took a couple of pictures. Mostly of the fixtures. The various beer companies, or maybe Hooters themselves, have been designing beer marquee signs that incorporate the Hooters trademarks into the neon design. One was for Corona and had both the Owl and a neon Hooters girl. The other for Miller Lite had the words Hooters-Florence (we are in Florence, KY) around it. I like them. I snuck a picture of the sunglass wearing bartender, but it was too far, and didn’t turn out. I also decided I wanted to take a picture or two of the chalk salutations.
My favorite sign. They can keep the Corona, though
Amanda was pretty busy, but did manage to spend a couple of minutes visiting with me. It was a bit odd. I was trying to make small talk, but she didn’t seem to be engaged in the conversation.
Then it was like a light went off, and her attention was all mine. Somehow, I doubt it was my charm. I told her that this was my 25th different Hooters restaurant, and she thought that was interesting and different. I found out she might go to beauty school, but right now Hooters was it, as far as career goals.
Me and the girls. Amanda is on the far right.
There was just not that much memorable about this visit, after that. The food was OK. Let’s face it. If I ate at Hooters for the food, I would eat there very seldom. It’s good bar food, but none of it is great. It’s the girls that keep me coming back. I take that back. There was one more memorable part, the photo. Amanda gathered up several girls when we requested a picture. I always like it when they do that. It is one of the things that tells me they care about the experience. I give the restaurant a B minus. That grade is likely tainted by my prior experience at Louisville. But so often someone else has to pay for the sins of others. Amanda gets a B. She had A potential, but was just a bit slow to make me feel special. I left a good tip anyway. 15% is the floor, and I usually go 20% or more. Then I always add $5 for taking a picture. With our $32 check, Amanda got $12. Maybe the next old, fat guy will get her undivided attention a little quicker.