Georgina and I have been super psyched all week about our Restaurant Club meeting at Hooters on Sunday.
So you can imagine the palpable excitement levels when we were finally in the car driving to said Hooters in its new digs at Parramatta.
Georgina even wore her Hooters top that I brought her from Hollywood.
Sufficed to say: We are huge Hooters fans.
Compliment of the Year goes to George, who upon sitting down at our booth was accosted by our waitress "Ashleigh" and asked if she wanted a job.
What about my hooters?? Sure they weren't on display, and I didn't have a Hooters top on, but trust me - they are pretty spectacular once you get them out in the open.
If you are a pretentious snob with no sense of humour - then Hooters is not for you.. If having a laugh and eating deep fried chicken is your thing then you should definitely go to Hooters.
The waitresses danced their choreographed routines to: YMCA, the soft-drinks are unlimited refills.
It's just so fucking good I can't begin to describe it.
To summarise: Hooters ROCKS! They need to open one up a little bit closer than westyland though...
3 comments:
hooters is terrible. So terrible that it becomes an addiction to go there and eat chicken wings in the fetid stink of pseudo-pornography.
But, damn, those chicken wings are good!
Parramatta, you say? Too far...
What more could you want? Greasy food and chicks with their boobs out?
Sounds like a slice of heaven!
I know! Far
better pack a passport otherwise they won't let you in.
I was so greasey - that even after 2 showers.. I still felt greasey!
Now that's some good grease!!
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