On a quest to fill up my Hooter's 25th Anniversary passport (25 stamps from unique locations) my wife and I headed north to the Seattle location.

We were greeted and taken to a table in the back that was one of those tall ones, but just wide enough for one person on either side. I had to squeeze in on my side because I was back-to-back with the patron at the table behind me. Needless to say, they've crammed as many tables into this tiny building as possible.

There was a menu laying on the table, so I tried to pick it up. I say try because it was stuck there. After peeling it off and feeling the table beneath it looked as though it might have had a sticky drink poured on it and not cleaned up.

The waitress came by and took our order. I asked for curly fries with jalapenos on top with cheese (also on top). I was specific about it because a few times I've gotten little containers alongside with barely enough to fit the bill. Sure enough, that's what I got. When I mentioned it to the waitress she said, "you should have been more specific."

We complained to the manager, got our order fixed, and headed out quickly.