My husband always said that Hooters had the best wings. He was feeling some wings one night, so we ventured to Hooters. And no, he did not want to go to Hooters because of the scantilly clad boob-showing servers. His wife's boobs are sooo much better! He ordered the wings and was not thrilled. I'm pretty sure that he loved the wings so much because he used to eat them after all the beer he drank dulled his senses. With only one beer under his belt before eating the wings, they were quite lackluster. The service was terrible as well. We waited entirely too long for wings and a burger. The server was too busy fake-flirting with 2 guys that would never stand a chance with her. We will not be back.
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