NYC Hooters' Girls:Not Hott

Yesterday, we went to Hooters for lunch. Yes Hooters. At first, I thought the proposition was a joke, but nay. I've never actually been to a Hooters but I'm always up for crazy Benny Hill type hyjinks. Here's the deets on Hooters Midtown, NYC.
THE GIRLS AREN'T HOTT. They all looked really strung out, frankly. Sure they had on short shorts---over gross orangey/brown stockings, the kind you hoped you're mom didn't pick up form the bargain ailse at CVS when you were in grammar school. And if you come to Hooters Midtown, NYC, don't expect to see any ta tas. The girls aren't showin' 'em. Also, the airconditioning is broken at this location. And it smells like the old Crisco can filled with home-made lard my mom still keeps under the sink. Food wise, it's mediocre. The clientele is pretty much what you'd expect at any chain restaurant in Midtown. A few suits. Some trashy tourists and o fcourse the table of Servicemen who turned to stare at me as I came in since I was the only female in the place without an owl on my shirt or clad in acid washed jeans.
But I'm kinda down with the mantra of Hooters:
Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in large groups.
Apply for a job at Hooters, and you could be working alongside these people in no time.

Oh, and no crazy Benny Hill hyjinks to report.