I think I know the concept behind Hooters and other generic boobie bars (not an american) but I honestly don’t think I could go to one of those venues and, if I went, I have serious doubts I’d be able to enjoy myself or the meal.
I used to go there because they had pretty tasty and affordable shrimp, wings, and cheap beer. It was a fun place to get tipsy with friends while eating comfort food and drinking ice cold beer. I could give or take the big boobies, but I certainly didn’t complain about them. I even took my now wife there on a date before we were married, and she agreed that the shrimp, wings, and cheap beer were great deals. My men’s Bible study group was not quite as open-minded…
I’m in no fashion whatsoever a prude or a moralist - hey, I admit the concept is actually interesting! - but I’m too stern to allow myself to go to a boobies bar and enjoy it with no concern on my mind. Let’s call it a personal mental barrier.
I went as a novelty kind of thing when I was a kid visiting Disney, but it was just sort of amusing back then. Grown ass men should just step up and go to a titty bar.
The only times it ends in disaster is when a client doesn’t believe in consent.
Would that be a problem for you?
Now, the real problem with Hooters is that their wings started to suck so you’re really just overpaying to be a bit of a creep towards a young lady in too much makeup.
I’ve been a couple of times. The food wasn’t particularly good, so you probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the meal. Honestly, it’s more like a generic restaurant than it is a strip club.
I think I know the concept behind Hooters and other generic boobie bars (not an american) but I honestly don’t think I could go to one of those venues and, if I went, I have serious doubts I’d be able to enjoy myself or the meal.
I used to go there because they had pretty tasty and affordable shrimp, wings, and cheap beer. It was a fun place to get tipsy with friends while eating comfort food and drinking ice cold beer. I could give or take the big boobies, but I certainly didn’t complain about them. I even took my now wife there on a date before we were married, and she agreed that the shrimp, wings, and cheap beer were great deals. My men’s Bible study group was not quite as open-minded…
I respect that.
I’m in no fashion whatsoever a prude or a moralist - hey, I admit the concept is actually interesting! - but I’m too stern to allow myself to go to a boobies bar and enjoy it with no concern on my mind. Let’s call it a personal mental barrier.
I went as a novelty kind of thing when I was a kid visiting Disney, but it was just sort of amusing back then. Grown ass men should just step up and go to a titty bar.
Titty bar = topless bar?
Yeah haha.
Don’t think I be able to motivate myself to go to one.
It’s one of those things that sounds nice in theory but would have disastrous outcomes if ever attempted.
The only times it ends in disaster is when a client doesn’t believe in consent.
Would that be a problem for you?
Now, the real problem with Hooters is that their wings started to suck so you’re really just overpaying to be a bit of a creep towards a young lady in too much makeup.
No amount of consent in the world would aid in making me feel as not taking part of an exploitative arrangement. That would be my problem.
Regarding bad food… I’ve worked in hospitality. It can always be worst.
Not if the eating and drinking at a reasonable price was part of the appeal.
I’ve been a couple of times. The food wasn’t particularly good, so you probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the meal. Honestly, it’s more like a generic restaurant than it is a strip club.