Edward R.
Yelp
All I can say is.........WTF?
This dark,depressing,amateur carpenter basement rec room,skeezy pit of sad bar denizens was even more disappointing when it turned out that their infamous wings also SUCKED!
Boy's day out for my wife's nephew's birthday and after a day at the range he wanted some cold beer and wings at the local Hooters....so off we go.
At first glance, this place is dirty and disheveled with little in the way of decor or creature comforts. No host/hostess at the entrance so we sat ourselves near the bar populated by the ubiquitous gaggle of old,fat, pale, baseball capped men hunched over their overpriced Draught Yinglings leering sideways at the listless,disinterested and quite frankly,painfully plain,and I do mean PLAIN "Hooter Girls", much like the venue these girls could do with a makeover....... I suddenly feel like an extra in a bad Quentin Tarantino movie.
Ordered a pitcher of a decent IPA from a dour "Girl" that took a full 20 minutes to arrive in a half empty bar and hoped the wings would make up for this now comically bad boys night out.
We ordered the Hooters original styled as well as the Daytona Beach wings and oddly enough they arrived faster than our beers.Good sized but terribly over breaded and suspiciously dry, the Hooters original was not only dry but held absolutely no taste as well as a mealy texture...These things was made for the lunch service and languished under a heat lamp for most of the day,re breaded and dunked in the fryer, thus the unusually thick breading.
Thank goodness for the pitcher of beer or we would both still be attempting to swallow these pathetic things.Next were the Daytona Beach wings that actually looked promising with it's dark hued sheen but after the first bite we knew it was not to be. Slightly sweet, sticky with nary a pepper bite these were a study in old fryer oil and industrial sized seasonings. Everything tasted old.
We did not finish half our wings and no one asked why...not our dour Hooters Girl, not the manager or the kitchen staff as they probably all knew the shite their kitchen was turning out.
At this point the pallor of the wasted night in this God awful Hooters with it's sad patrons and sadder Hooter Girls was getting to us so before we finally sliced our wrists with a chicken bone shard and bleed out on the filthy carpet, we paid,left and got as far as we could from this "Black Hole" of a Hooters.
I'm hoping we just hit on off night but judging from it's recent Yelp reviews?..... I doubt it......Do your self a favor and just go to Buffalo Wild Wings... You'll thank me later.