Tonight I baptized my friend Christ into all the sexism and chauvinism that is hooters. I feel a little guilty for what I did, especially after the talk I had pre-hooters with my feminist friend who was a bit offended I was going there. Oh well, he seems no worse for the wear.

The best part of being there, for me, was when I was waiting in line for a table. The guy in front of me said, “I know what I’d do if I was the guy who hired people, I’d give them a bra and say, ‘here, fill this out’.”

Obviously, you have to suspend good taste at the door while eating here. (and no, I don’t come here often.)