Maybe they don't do mondays.
We need a place to unwind on Monday's after work, so let's go to hooters, have a beer and relax. The hooters girls were there for us, yes they were. Beyond that, the menu and the tackiness don't get it. Disappointed because it worked at the beach, but just stale here in JC
Testosterone rules at this casual hot-wing hangout.. In Short Waitresses in shiny tan nylons and tight, orange, '70s track shorts serve up beer and pub grub at this proudly "tacky yet unrefined" sports bar-restaurant. Tables are packed with men of all ages, from high-powered suits to college guys in baseball caps. While salads, sandwiches and shellfish are on the menu, most folks order chicken wings--available in six levels of spice intensity, from mild to super-hot 911.