Why? Because the food tastes so good!
Well, at least this is what we have been conditioned to tell our women who always seem so interested to know our fascination with the place. The truth is we just like it. It is a place where a guy can be a guy and not get into any trouble for it.

We can eat fatty foods, burp, pass gas, stare at the hostesses and waiters, and it is all just considered part of the basic etiquette of being there. If supermarkets allowed the same kind of behavior without repercussion, we just might volunteer to do a lot more of the grocery shopping.

Yes and the food is always great!
In its innocent beginning stages, Hooters is simply the visible proof that we are men. All men share the bond of having been to a Hooters restaurant. We never even ask each other any more, it is just common knowledge that we have been there.

It has even become a right as passage into manhood, as I have seen fathers with their sons; passing on the legacy of female worship in its most fundamental form of gawking and eating.

But don’t forget about the food…

Those cute little hooter eyeballs look so innocent; so childish and pure. It is hard to come down on them as anything other than good old fashioned family home entertainment… minus the family and the home… and with only just the one ‘anxious’ guy!

I’ll admit it; forget the food, we are strictly in it for the ‘hooters’!