Hooters and Men :: Personal Narrative Restaurants Papers

Hooters and MenI jadet know why I feel so nervous. Ive eaten at Hooters once before and it wasnt so terrible. Its scarcely a wing joint where the waitresses are famous for being bosomy. perchance thats it. I feel inadequate. My small chest will spotter in comparison to the over abundance of female flesh shed so confidently on display and my swell 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 happy? The feeling of trepidation grows as our car nears the dreaded restaurant. I wear offt need to feel uneasy how busy could this restaurant be at 730 on a Wednesday night? The view of a parking lot full of cars almost causes me to force my swain to turn the car around, leaving skid marks as the lone(prenominal) piece of incriminating evidence to prove that I was on Hooters property. No, represent your fear. I open the car approach and walk up to the restaurant, with my boyfriend doing a good impression of not being giddy pursuance 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, but their presence helps to vagabond 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 decorate with the Hooters logo. I have to admit its a good merchandise strategy this room is the first thing to greet a guest walking in and the last thing a customer sees on the way out. But the strategy doesnt work (or at least(prenominal) at this point) for either the older couples or my boyfriend and I. Instead, we walk into the crowd restaurant and try to find a place to sit. My boyfriend a nd I choose a table against the wall. This table is high off the demonstrate and we sit on stools, which makes it feel like we are at a bar, or another type of informal eatery.