H00ters

Hoot.. Hoot.. hooters

Dang! This diner is one hell of a place. Food, atmosphere, and service jammed-packed into a superb site to hang out with in the weekends. Definitely one of the best restaurant to visit while in the States.

Right after entering, we were welcomed by a band of hooter-girls dancing to YMCA -- a 'ritual' celebrating customer's 21st Birth'say' party! Birth'say'? Its just a pun I made up to mock the usual false birthday claimed otherwise by customers. One most apparent example was this old sport who came out along with a boy and a girl (apparently, girls do that too!) to celebrate their Birth'say's accompanied by YMCA and a couple of hootgirls. The old sport, CLEARLY, looked old enough to be the father of this boy, but he claimed that he was 21. Even the hootgirls, I believe, promote this ritual because everytime after taking orders, they will ask, "So whose birthday is it today?" But this is kinda obvious, because, of course, this is one of the main attractions at hooters.

Anywho, we waited to get seated until the show was over, which wasn't that long either, and it was not worth it. Apparently, seats are for customers to choose as long as they are empty. The way the atmosphere is set up in hooters is detrimental in making the patrons feel like they are at a friend's party.

Besides the atmosphere, the chicken wings are exceptionally delicious. It really is to my liking, especially 'Hot Chicken Wings'. Its crispy coating enveloped the soft and juicy flesh, making it the best tasting wings in Seattle (IMHO). And the spice is just perfect! Not too hot, not too mild!

Not to forget the curly fries along with the ranch dressing that makes your saliva drips uncontrollably even just imagining one.