Hee hee. Hooters always makes me think of my little sister. We had a tradition growing up that on our birthday, my mom would take us out to dinner, to the birthday child's restaurant of choice. My sister, on her 10th birthday, chose Hooters as where she wanted to go for her birthday dinner. She apparently thought that it contained something magic in the food that caused you to grow, well, hooters. We tried to explain to her that that wasn't what the restaurant was about but she was adamant so away we went to have her b-day dinner there.
I never thought the food was bad, but I don't have sophisticated tastes though. A gang of us from where I used to work would go there regularly during hockey season, they had cheap wings and specials on pitchers of beer and the Avalanche were always on the TV!