A review of Hooters should be aesthetic, not cullinary.
And in fairness, their menu has improved over the years. I'm pretty sure they were serving me McNuggets when I first started going, but I can't be certain because I never looked down at my plate.
So no, I'll grant you that there are no Gordon Ramsays in the kitchen at Hooters. But if that's really what you went for, you're missing the point.
I was skeptical about the talent walking in the door. The rule of thumb in most cities is that the girls get exponentially better looking the further you get from the airport. Anybody who doubts me can hop a flight to Milwaukee and sprint across the tarmac to the Airport Lounge.
Then taxi clean up to the farthest northern suburbs and compare the dancers at Silk Exotic. No contest, my friend.
So on that scale, the girls at this Hooters were well above average, and my waitress was friendly. She confided that they get busier than most she's worked at, and since a lot of guys are transient, they seem to feel free to be more rude than if they were dining in their own home towns.
All that said, it wasn't bad. But I hear good things about these "Tilted Kilt" places, and I'm heading up to the Madison area tomorrow to check that out.