we took our 16 month old baby girl to Hooters.
please don’t call out the Department of child Services on me yet okay.
there were extenuating circumstances.
We were in Knoxville, visiting friends. Lots of friends. We had been bouncing about from party to party (not boozing, just social gatherings) and the occasional break for shopping. It was Saturday. We had one last stop to make at Liz’s house and then we were heading out of town.
Liz’s party wasn’t scheduled to start till 4 p.m.
by which point we were scheduled to be on the road back to Atlanta.
Liz very graciously said that we could come by early so that we could hang out and see her and her hubby for a while. We knew they would be doing party prep, but we were hoping to be as little of an intrusion as possible and still enjoy some time together.
To help us be as little bother as possible, we felt we should eat before arriving.
So there we were. Shopping was done, we were driving down a commercial street filled with lots of expensive eateries and I saw a sign that said
“kids eat free before 6 p.m.”
me – Honey, let’s go there.
him – where?
me – there. hooters.
him – WHAT ?!?!!!!!! you didn’t just seriously say that we were going to Hooters for lunch.
me *sheepishly*- yes. the food is decent. or so I hear and I’m in the mood for wings, AND KIDS EAT FREE so Ginny’s $7.00 chicken strips or whatever will be FREE
(can you tell the word FREE had gotten lodged in my brain?)
him – ooooookkaaaa-ay. If you’re sure.
me – yup. FREE food. How bad can it be?
Now in all fairness, yes, I know that the entire Hooters business model involves exploitation of women’s bodies. and NO I AM NOT IN FAVOR OF THAT. However I must say that the outfits were much less offensive than I recalled from my one other time in the restaurant way back when I was an insecure 21 year old.
And guess what? the food was good. I liked the medium spicy wings. The wait staff was very knowledgable and didn’t …um….thrust themselves upon my husband notice.
and people…the place was CRAWLING with kids. Families, 3 generations at one table, babies, toddlers….I was stunned.
No I would never take a child there who was old enough to be ….interested in the attributes of the women on all the posters and the wait staff. But for another year or two, it will be a decent place to take Ginny when we want her to get a free lunch and mommy is hungry for wings.
To his credit my sweet hubby had never been in a Hooters before and declared himself to be unimpressed by the…..scenery. ( I LOVE my man!)
now the $64,000 question –
How did Ginny take all this?
There’s the rub. See it took us so long to find somewhere to eat lunch that by the time we parked and turned to get her out of her car seat, she was asleep. We figured that she would wake up when we got her out of the car. Nope, still snoozin’. Okay, the walk across the parking lot will certainly wake her up, the air is so cold up here! Nope, still snoozin’. Okay, perhaps putting her in her high chair will awaken our sleeping beauty….nope.
she lay back in her chair for a second
then slowly rolled her head forward
and gently rested it……on. the. table.
the wait staff…oh alright, the hooter’s girls kept coming to ask to have their picture taken with our sweet baby girl ’cause they thought she was so beautiful and cute. Martin raised Ginny’s head at one point and put his hat under her face so she would have something resembling a pillow.
So we have no idea what Ginny’s opinion of her first Hooter’s visit was….
she slept right through it.
Eventually she woke up and enjoyed the chicken fingers very much on the drive home. But we will have to wait till next time to find out her true opinion of the place.