Hooters helps your hearing

My husband does not like loud places. When he goes out to eat, he likes to relax and eat in peace. Last night Phred, Hannah, Gary and I went to Hooters for dinner. It was a football Thursday and it was very loud, but for some reason, Gary didn't notice. He was cheerful, talkative and had no trouble hearing what the waitress said to him. Sometimes Gary can appear to be a bump on a log but now not only does magic tea make him come out of his shell but so does dinner at Hooters. Had we been at ... El Chico lets say, he would not have been so cheerful and I am sure that it has nothing to do with their waitstaff being mainly men. I am not sure how it happens but we never have bad service at Hooters, even if we have to eat our dinner with no drinks, napkins or silverware or if we have to wait a couple of hours for our food. We never have bad food, even if it is under cooked or burnt. You can have a horrible day and once you go to Hooters for dinner and the cute little waitress comes up and sets her Hooters on the table ... all is well with the world. It is a good night at our house if the chubby wife gets Buffalo Shrimp and the husband gets to flirt with his Hooters waitress.