[yiddish] To eat like an animal, i.e., quickly, noisily, and in great quantity.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


Our Turkish friend was leaving the country so we had to take him to a place that symbolizes all that is America for his send off: Hooters.

Ah, Sara Hoots from Texas, I remember watching her win the Hooters pageant last year on ESPN. I was rooting for her the whole time. Unfortunately none of the waitresses in midtown NYC came close to resembling Ms. Hoots.

Thats ok, we were really there for the wings and pitchers of beer to go with it.

We got about 80 wings for our group, allowing us to sample all the different varieties. The standard "hot" was my favorite, though they were really more of a medium.

I was disappointed in myself for eating a lot less wings than I thought I would. During my first Hooters trip back in high school I ate more than any guy at the table.

We used a lot of paper towels.

I was day dreaming about my fried pickle order long before we were even seated.

Sitting at wooden table outside was nice, though we were farther from the Hooters girl action taking place inside.

A blackened fish sandwich disappointed and the burger was nothing special. The food and beer is all way overpriced, but still, its fun. The contagious cheeriness of the waitresses and grease laden food make for a few hours of escapist merriment. Sometimes the craving hits for an atmosphere that is "delightfully tacky, yet unrefined".


  1. Those eyes are CLEARLY not yea.

  2. I'm pretty sure this makes you the coolest person I've never known. I have a hobby of visiting international Hooters when I travel (Graz in Austria, Netanya in Israel, Lima in Peru).

    The foods all a little too breaded for me, but my roommate however is southern and obsessed (I gave him a gift certificate for Xmas). A few tips: get hot, aka pretty mild, or they get soggy. After I once put my entire fist in my mouth on a dare with a waitress (true) she told me they do have an extra crispy button on their cookers (unconfirmed). Strong order with the frickles.

    At the midtown locale I find the girls to be a mix of "Too old for Bangkok" and "J.Lo, high calorie diet." Still fun though.