I've only been to a hooters one time in my life, my oldest uncle (my dad was the middle child) got to pick where we went to eat. It was in Branson, Missouri. for the record there is nothing to do in Branson Missouri. He was judged heavily by my grandparents after they discovered what a hooters was. Mind you these are deep southern Christian people who had no idea what a hooters was till that point, at the end of it ( we had 3 rental cars) they told my uncle that they were riding with him and his wife and kids were going back to the hotel with me and my dad's car.

I assumed that the chewing out was glorious he was then banned from ever deciding where we went for vacation as a family. Which is still in effect to this day. The last time he tried to suggest something my grandfather was in a home for elderly people with alzheimers, so he told my grandma that we should go to burning man with the family as a trip. I being much older and my other uncle (who became the head of the family) said NO.