Hooters and Men :: Personal Narrative Restaurants Papers

Hooters and MenI dont know why I heart so nervous. Ive eaten at Hooters once before and it wasnt so terrible. Its just a wing joint where the waitresses ar famous for being bosomy. Maybe thats it. I feel inadequate. My small chest will pale in comparison to the over abundance of young-bearing(prenominal) flesh put so confidently on display and my boyfriend will never look at me the same. Come to think of it, why was he so proud and anxious to tell every male friend he had that his girlfriend asked him to go to Hooters with her? And why did they respond with cheers, hollers and, man, youre so fortunate? The feeling of trepidation grows as our machine nears the dreaded restaurant. I dont need to feel uneasy how busy could this restaurant be at 730 on a Wednesday night? The sight of a parking lot full of cable cars nearly causes me to force my boyfriend to turn the car around, leaving skid marks as the only piece of incriminating evidence to prove that I was on Hooters property. No, face your fear. I exculpated the car door and walk up to the restaurant, with my boyfriend doing a good impression of not being giddy following at my heels. When I have almost reached the door, a car pulls up and two older couples, probably in their middle sixties, get out. I find it odd that they would patron this particular restaurant, however their presence helps to put me at ease. Maybe I wont look so bizarre walking into the restaurant next to them.I open the door to a small room where Hooters paraphernalia is sold. Everything from T-shirts to shot glasses, all decorated with the Hooters logo. I have to admit its a good marketing strategy this room is the first thing to greet a customer walking in and the last thing a customer sees on the dash out. But the strategy doesnt work (or at least at this point) for either the older couples or my boyfriend and I. Instead, we walk into the crowded restaurant and screen to find a place to sit. My boyfriend and I choose a table against the wall. This table is high off the ground and we sit on stools, which makes it feel like we are at a bar, or another type of informal eatery.