What’s weird is that over the last few years they’ve been trying to say it’s a family restaurant. They’ve gone for years as the place a bunch of Bros can go ogle some boons boobs, but now they’re trying to pivot. Not gonna happen, just lean into it if you want to make it.
Maybe if the private equity didn’t want to be in that business they shouldn’t have bought hooters.
In my area, they opened a “Hoots Wings,” which was apparently some sort of quick-serve takeout version with no employees-as-sex-objects at all.
I say “was apparently,” by the way, because I never felt tempted to go there myself, and it’s already out of business.
Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit, and also correctly figuring out that my (very progressive) part of town probably wouldn’t be the target demographic for their traditional model.
Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit
Every job I’ve ever held seems to have the same recurring character: a middle-aged+ balding obese man who regularly makes creepy/sexist/racist comments, and when told off, dramatically throws their arms up and laments about not being able to make jokes anymore.
Anyway, one of the talking points this character routinely brings up is that they’ll go to Hooters, but actually just for the Wings - they’re really that good!
…no, David, no one’s buying your bullshit. You go there because you like tits, and apparently not the ones hanging off the poor woman you’ve Stockholm syndromed into becoming and remaining your wife.
But apparently the whole “I go there for the wings!” lie is so common that even Hooters execs started to believe it.
…and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there’s fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something… but he’s always there.
…and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there’s fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something… but he’s always there.
What’s weird is that over the last few years they’ve been trying to say it’s a family restaurant. They’ve gone for years as the place a bunch of Bros can go ogle some
boonsboobs, but now they’re trying to pivot. Not gonna happen, just lean into it if you want to make it.Maybe if the private equity didn’t want to be in that business they shouldn’t have bought hooters.
In my area, they opened a “Hoots Wings,” which was apparently some sort of quick-serve takeout version with no employees-as-sex-objects at all.
I say “was apparently,” by the way, because I never felt tempted to go there myself, and it’s already out of business.
Still, I guess I gotta give them credit for being true believers in their wings standing on their own merit, and also correctly figuring out that my (very progressive) part of town probably wouldn’t be the target demographic for their traditional model.
Every job I’ve ever held seems to have the same recurring character: a middle-aged+ balding obese man who regularly makes creepy/sexist/racist comments, and when told off, dramatically throws their arms up and laments about not being able to make jokes anymore.
Anyway, one of the talking points this character routinely brings up is that they’ll go to Hooters, but actually just for the Wings - they’re really that good!
…no, David, no one’s buying your bullshit. You go there because you like tits, and apparently not the ones hanging off the poor woman you’ve Stockholm syndromed into becoming and remaining your wife.
But apparently the whole “I go there for the wings!” lie is so common that even Hooters execs started to believe it.
…and seriously, why is David following me?? New job, there’s fucking David, sometimes with a mustache, sometimes with glasses, or a funny hat or something… but he’s always there.
You must have great
titswingslooks at scale
looks back at computer
…naw I’m sure it’s fine.
*and gay girlies!
Kek