Hooterize me
This is my favorite Bucky's World yet. However, I had to make guest poster Bucky promise the art wouldn't contain any bare breasts when I got the post with "art to follow" at the top. Little did I realize what he would come up with. I feel ashamed. EL
I believe that a few weeks ago we (and by “we” I mean “me”) agreed unanimously that we don’t comment about Hooters often enough in this blog.
So, last week I took Mrs. Bucky, Bucky Jr. and Mrs. Bucky Jr. (who, to simplify things, will hereinafter be referred to as Kai, Junior and L3, which stands for “Lovely Lori of Littleton”) to Hooters for dinner. ...
We went on a night when no local sports teams were playing. This was a strategic move on my part because I know that, at this particular Hooters, when no local sports teams are playing on television, they have Trivia Night. It is my opinion that a Trivia Night promotion enhances your normal dining experience. (Why places like, say, Birches don’t add a Trivia Night promotion during these tough economic times is beyond me, but I digress.)
I also like going to Trivia Night and being on Junior’s team. We are from different generations (duh) so our knowledge gained from personal experience spans a longer period of time than that of most teams in attendance at Hooters Trivia Nights.
Additionally, Junior once lost two Trivia Night Championships in a row when the final question came from the category “World Capitals." That prompted him to (and I swear I’m not making this up) memorize every single capital of every single country in the world. Now when a “World Capitals” question comes up, he is golden. Junior also knows a lot about math, being a math teacher, and it will surprise no one that “Mathematics” is generally a stumper-category to the Hooters Trivia Night crowd.
We ordered our drinks and perused the menu, which is very colorful. We ordered two starters (“Hootertizers”) to share: a basket of fried pickles (deep-fried dill pickle chips, lightly breaded and served with a secret, yet tangy, dipping sauce) and a ribs platter which had small ribs glazed with a lip-smacking Budweiser barbecue sauce. (I ask you — how often have you ever eaten at a high-end French restaurant and been served something that could honestly be described as “lip-smacking”?)
While we were waiting for our Hootertizers, I gave Junior a warm-up quiz on obscure world capitals. Kai and L3 invented their own Hooters Trivia Night game, which they called “Real/Not Real.” I won’t go into it, but I imagine you can figure it out.
When the starters were delivered to our table, we ordered our entrées. Me: a bleu cheese burger. Ha Ha Ha. I crack myself up. I ordered a Hooters burger, cheddar cheese, hold the mushrooms. Junior ordered two five-wing Hootertizers as an entrée. Kai went with steamed shrimp and L3 ordered a bowl of chili and a garden salad.
Oh no! I am limited to 500 words on my guest posts and I’m already at the limit. I’ll have to finish this review in coming weeks.
But, here are a couple of hints: When the category was “60’s Rock and Roll” and the question began, “The Troggs…” I immediately buzzed in with the correct answer, without waiting to hear the rest of the question. Any time the question involves the Troggs, the correct answer is “Wild Thing."
And who but my son (his dad says proudly) knows that the capital of Tuvalu is Funafuti?
(Photo credit: Uncle Larry; Hooters Girls, L to R: Tasha, Stephanie, Elise, Amanda)
Comments
You are an evil genius for that photo.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy | May 8, 2009 7:43 AM
Real/Not Real is not a difficult game. It is a great excuse to watch the scenery, however.
Speaking of product placement, I was watching the great CBC series "Little Mosque on the Prairie" the other night, and most of the episode took place in "Shooters," an obvious reference to Hooters.
Not that I've ever been in a Hooters. Despite being a computer geek, I'm not *that* big a fan of silicone.
Posted by: Lissa | May 8, 2009 8:13 AM
Oh, no! My husband will now use my love of trivia as an excuse to get me back into Hooters. (The last time we went, I said, "The food here is so boring, I don't know why we come," and he looked at me like -- well, the way any husband would look at his wife after a comment like that, I guess.)
The only problem with the "Real or Not Real" game (which we also play there) is that there's no (acceptable) way to find out if you're right or wrong....
Anyway, very amusing post, Bucky. Can't wait to read more.
Posted by: Linda | May 8, 2009 8:26 AM
500 word limit? I found a quick word count tool at:
http://www.writertopia.com/toolbox/wordcount
BTW word count here is 547
I thought mine was overly wordy yesterday, weighing in at 412. From now on my guest posts will be limited to 17 characters. Take that Twitter.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy | May 8, 2009 8:29 AM
Bucky,
You just took what looks to be a great day and gave it a super start. I don't even know what to say.
Your wife and daughter-in-law sound like a couple of gals I could really get along with. (All credit goes to John McIntyre for giving me permission to end a sentence with a proposition. I mean preposition. Whatever. It's quite liberating.).
Posted by: Laura Lee | May 8, 2009 8:31 AM
Trivia boxes are horribly expensive, so they have to drive a fair amount of business to be worthwhile.
Also, this post is brilliant. Well played sir.
Posted by: jwiv | May 8, 2009 8:39 AM
mmmm...amanda
Posted by: howie | May 8, 2009 8:43 AM
and it will surprise no one that “Mathematics” is generally a stumper-category to the Hooters Trivia Night crowd.
Made me luagh out loud with this one...
Posted by: Eve | May 8, 2009 9:17 AM
Howie - I am sorry, and this is no slam, but all of them look around 12 yrs old! Humph, I really am getting old...
Posted by: Trixie | May 8, 2009 9:53 AM
Speaking of trivia, who else is ready for a trivia night with the rest of the Sandboxers?
Posted by: linz | May 8, 2009 10:15 AM
Here's my favorite Hooters anecdote: a friend (who is an ordained Baptist minister, by the way) once failed to secure a Mother's Day lunch reservation until it was too late. He realized that the one place that was sure to have tables on Mother's Day was Hooter's, so thats where he took his wife and three teenage sons. The boys really liked it; the marriage survived.
Posted by: Jim | May 8, 2009 11:11 AM
Wouldn't the folks at Hooters for Trivia Night be good at ratios?
Posted by: Lissa | May 8, 2009 11:13 AM
trivia night with the rest of the Sandboxers?
That could get ugly. I'm just a little competitive.
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy | May 8, 2009 11:14 AM
This Real/Not Real, what is it, some sort of exercise in Existentialism? Perhaps something that Kierkegaard would play at the bar while having a shot of absinthe and a bucket of wings.
Posted by: Robert of Cross Keys | May 8, 2009 11:15 AM
a shot of absinthe and a bucket of wings
Point to RoCK.
Posted by: Hal Laurent | May 8, 2009 11:30 AM
Real,real,real,not real.
Posted by: LEC | May 8, 2009 2:12 PM
Who's Hooters' most talented alumnus? Has to be Amy Adams, the brilliant Oscar-nominated star of "Junebug," "Enchanted" and "Doubt" who briefly dished up burgers and wings before she landed her first film roles.
Posted by: Michael A. Gray | May 8, 2009 2:14 PM
The bleu cheese shocker probably took a year off my life, Bucky. And knowing how my last years are likely to be spent, I thank you.
Posted by: jl | May 8, 2009 2:25 PM
I've never seen the blue cheese shocker on the menu. Perhaps it is only available to VIP's who dine in the Champale Room.
Posted by: Robert of Cross Keys | May 8, 2009 4:12 PM
Michael A. Gray, we are also members of the Amy Adams fan club (ever since we saw her in "Junebug").
Bucky, digress away. This was wonderful and I can't wait for the sequel.
Posted by: Dahlink | May 8, 2009 4:59 PM
Totally in love with Amy Adams since Junebug. Amazing talent. Guest starred on the Office as the woman selling purses in the episode called "The Hot Chick".
Similar affliction for Amy Ryan of The Wire and The Office.
Why am I writing this?
Posted by: Owl Meat Gravy | May 8, 2009 5:36 PM
Bucky, you are a man to be admired. If my wife ever agrees to go to Hooters with me, my heart might just fail. I hope part two is just as hooterific as part one!
Posted by: NEPA | May 8, 2009 6:51 PM
I kid you not ... My stepmother -- who was a nun before she married my dad! -- loves to go to Hooters. She remarried after my father died, and when she was driving back and forth to Tampa while her second husband was ill, a well-placed Hooters near a convenient interchange became her go-to place for a late supper. The waitresses loved to chat with her, and thought it was a hoot (sorry ... had to!) that an ex-nun was a regular customer. She still treats herself once a week or so, though when we visited her in March she decided to take us elsewhere for dinner.
Posted by: MD Canon | May 8, 2009 8:10 PM
I'm on the road this weekend (I feel so MD Canon), and just ran to Starbucks to see if the art made it through the editorial control board. Uncle Larry will be pleased; he is considering doing posters that could go on sale along with the Beach Week t-shirts.
LEC, you were just off by one guess. You should trust howie. (Barbie Hargrave will be absolutely despondent, I presume.)
Posted by: Bucky | May 8, 2009 8:15 PM
Bucky, you have outdone yourself. Well done!
Posted by: Cosmos Girl I>--I | May 8, 2009 9:08 PM
Real, not real, real, real.
Posted by: Pigtown | May 8, 2009 10:12 PM
Abundance does not necessarily mean "not real."
Posted by: Dahlink | May 9, 2009 7:23 AM
Very entertaining post, Bucky.
"I'll take "Real/Not Real," Alex, for $1000." Hmm...that has a nice ring to it.
Posted by: Jules W. | May 9, 2009 11:08 AM
Bucky
I have to plead inexperience since I haven't had the opportunity to verify such things for more than 40 years. In my day they were all real.
40th anniversary in September.
Posted by: LEC | May 9, 2009 4:02 PM
Bucky,
golf clap. (polite applause for the non-golfers).
did you have to tip extra for the picture?
Posted by: PCB Rob | May 9, 2009 8:55 PM
LEC
Our 35th is in September.
The picture was actually taken at a different Hooters than we visited and reviewed...the idea for the art occurred to me later. However, Mrs. Bucky went with Uncle Larry to get the photo and she says, "real, real, real and real." Uncle Larry agrees.
Posted by: Bucky | May 9, 2009 9:28 PM
LEC and Bucky, 38 in August. How can this possibly be true?
Posted by: Dahlink | May 10, 2009 7:51 AM
Bucky's anniversary in September will be his 36th. Let's not tell him and see if he can figure it out on his own.
Posted by: Kaikala | May 10, 2009 7:10 PM
Wiping off my monitor now, Kaikala! At least it was just water. But do you think the Sandbox is that good at keeping a secret? I think somebody will tell him.
Posted by: KristinB | May 10, 2009 8:10 PM
I hate it when that happens.
Posted by: Bucky | May 10, 2009 10:40 PM