Hooters

Ok so basically wanting to go for Real World Auditions lead me to try out Hooters. Granted it’s been around for a while and the staff is known for having good «hooters.» I wouldn’t say it would be my first place of choice for a food stop… since I’m a girl and all.
The service was whatever and not attentive. Probably because the waitress expected I wouldn’t give a good tip. Well honey that is the truth with service like yours!
Moving onto the food.
Sloppy Joes!!! Definitely order the sloppy joe if you are like me and saw it takes two and always wanted to try one.
The rest of the food is ok, just regular american greasy. The fried pickles aren’t really worth the hype.
I wouldn’t choose this as a restaurant to go for good food. Good for a stop if you have no where else to go.

Gibt es nicht mehr. Geschäftsaufgabe.

My opinion has been that those who say they go to Hooters for the Wings are the same that say they read Playboy for the articles. This Fisherman’s Wharf Hooters is now closed, and except for the «cultural» aspects (Tourists and Cheesecake together under one roof) and one fun memory of my brother and I coming in on a lark, I won’t miss this place.

What do Marlon Brando, the Roman Empire and Hooters all have in common? They are all great things that have come to an end. Yes, it’s true, this San Francisco institution is closing its doors and last night a few owliest aficionados I know gathered to pay tribute.
Wings were ordered, beer was spilled, deeply discounted skimpy merchandise was purchased (oysters were even served, fresh, no doubt from the nearby wharf).
I’m not sure if anything will be able to take the place of Hooters, and maybe, like Johnny Carson, nothing should.
Signing off on a wing and a prayer, here’s to remembering the breast of times.
To those who gave a hoot, I salute you.
See you in that great twin peak in the sky,
Nish.

Dear sweet Ariel,
You work at Fisherman’s Wharf.
Strikes me ironic.

Finished a great SF day here at hooters and left disappointed. Trust me we did not expect a 5 star dining outing just decent service and a fair bill. Our waitress was no where to be found through out the night. We had to seek the help of others for drinks, condiments, etc. The food took forever and to get to us and on top of that we we had 3 billing errors.
The thing that is frustrating is the fact that gratuity is built into the bill. We paid 18% for horrible service. I know we should have argued it however, no one wants to be that person. Thats why I am glad we have Unilocal.Maybe this will help someone who decides to dine here.

Hooters had a cover charge! Oh, the irony!
Yes, $ 10 just to walk in because they had «the fight» on big screen TV. I wanted to downgrade them, but couldn’t possibly because they are, you know, Hooters.

My friend was craving hot wings and beer and I was craving a burger. We decided on Hooters. I know. of all the places in SF, we choose Hooters. I’ve never been so was open to it. Arriving at Hooters is somewhat like Disneyland… but not. Bright orange and kind of loud. We were seated next to the kitchen, which was fine. We had the huge TVs right in front of us to watch the All-​Star game.
For appetizer my friend insisted on the fried pickles. Weird right? Deep friend pickles is good? Hell f-​ing yea it is! It came with a dipping sauce that I could have done without but they were crispy and oh so yummy. My burger was standard, not too bad and not the best. But it hit the burger craving spot in my heart. My friend chose the hot wings and asked for them to be medium spicy. They were so spicy he cried a little… not in a good way.
At some point during the meal our waitress came by to check up on us. She actually checked up on us a few times which was nice. She made the awkward «I’m a hooters girl and its required that I chit chat with you about random stuff so that it seems that I’m flirting with you but I’m not because I already get paid to do this and I can’t accept any tips» with my guy friend. Totally fine with me because it was just so awkward that it was funny. For dessert, yes, we had dessert, I chose the peanut butter pie. It actually looked pretty good. Already made but still pretty tasty. Pitcher of beer made everything go down easy.
The tank top and orange hot pants are a bit much but I totally get that it’s a tradition. I just wonder if any guys apply for the waitress position, if even possible, what they’d be subject to wear.

I’ll tell ya what: there isn’t much that excites me more than a trip to Hooters. Call it irony, but when visiting friends come to The City, my first instinct is to take them out for beer, boobs, and breaded wings… then off to the haute spots the city is known for. Perhaps it’s my attempt at humbling my foodie friends, but it’s the little inside joke that makes my heart go pitter patter.
If you’ve been to one Hooters, you’ve been to them all, but this one is especially notable because it’s situated right next to the only In-​N-​Out within the city limits. I have a secret desire to take a plate of wings next door and ask them to smother ‘em up Animal Style. But with no liquor sold to encourage the smarmy behavior, I suppose I’ll just have to wait until I make it to Heaven where I hear you bathe in fast food special sauce and sleep on beds of buffalo style chicken wings.

Before you jump on me for eating at another chain restaurant, I came to restaurant to do some «Hooters Happy Hour» Research. I heard about their recent news, «The National Organization for Women has filed a complaint against Hooters for being an improper dining venue for minors», it made me want to come out and check it out for myself.
We perused the menu, as our waitress Michell filled our drink order. She was really nice and very pretty, but knew every beer on tap off the top of her head — I was impressed. They have quite a few beers on tap, over 15 at least, all at decent pint prices too.
As we ordered, we noticed the clientele was mostly male, but not completely. A few guys came in with two small boys, there for a birthday meal. They seemed happy to be there and weren’t ogling the waitress. The food they ordered came out right away and the kids seemed to enjoy their meal. Who says this place is improper? They have chicken tenders on their kids meal.
To eat, we decided to go with the Medium Hot Wings, because that’s what they are known for. I am not a fan of hot wings, but that’s why people come to Hooters right… The hot wings? You have to add on Celery and Blue Cheese, which at most places is pretty standard. Oh well. The hot wings were disappointing, very oily. I had about 2 and couldn’t eat the rest.
So, as for the Hooters Girls, they were all nice, we were greeted and treated with good service. As for the food, don’t eat here — save your money and drink the beer on tap instead. So to balance it out, I am giving them 3 stars.
I’ll be back for my Hooters shirt.

I was kinda shocked to see Hooters practically empty on a Friday night. Guess everyone else is smart enough to use Unilocal to find more local spots. But I have to admit that I LOVE hangin’ at Hooters, so happy hour with my group of phenomenal friends was a must here.
The menu has come a long way. Once upon a time, the wing sauce just came in a small variety of «hot levels,» but now there’s lemon pepper, Jerk Chicken and others.
I wasn’t too hungry, but I had to prove to my fur-​riends that Hooters has some of the best clam chowder («It’s chowda!»).
Service was spotty at times; as folks trickled in it took some time to get their order taken. And they don’t split checks, which I know for a fact *can* be done. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.

Big Boobs, Sausage waists and no Buns…
Still need more convincing that this place sucks?
Food tastes like they reheated a banquet TV dinner and quadrupled the salt. Also, the price was not fitting for a meal such as this.
Not only was I unhappy, but my toilet bowl was not so amused either.

Hmm. What can I say about Hooters that hasn’t already been said? Maybe a story.
My cousins and I came here late one night. They were intent on pretending that I was engaged so that I would get the Hooters song and dance. Literally. The waitresses had me stand on a chair, put a «sucker» sign on me, and sang me a song. Something about, «Look at what you could have had.» It was pretty silly, but funny nonetheless.
Anyway. We ordered some boneless wings. They were surprisingly good! I usually prefer boneful wings (yeah I made up a word), but these were tender, juicy, and very tasty. I don’t expect a lot from Hooters, so maybe they get a pass in that regard. A-​OK.

What’s the big deal about Hooters?
This was my FIRST. yes FIRST time at Hooters ever! Boy, I was no impressed. I mean all I heard about from Hooters are the Ladies… ummm. That didn’t quite live up to that statement I hear and see on television at all.
I was actually disappointed but our group of 20 passed by here after our Sailing Tour to get some wings and few beers. We split the big wings combo, which turned out to be pretty cheap. We also beat the happy hour for beers that ended at 3pm on weekends. Score! Other than that, I don’t have much to say…
At least wear panty hose that matches your skin color…

Also wegen des Essens geht man hier bestimmt nicht hin, das ist nämlich eher durchschnitt, ansonsten gibt es für den normalen Europäer hier auch nichts besondere zu sehen, Amerikaner mögen sich freuen, wenn sie von frauen bedient werden, die — für amerikanische Verhältnisse– knapp gekleidet sind, aber für den Normalo Europäer ist das nix besonderes…
Daneben scheint auch jeder dritte Gast geburtstag zu haben und man wird ständig vom Happy Birthday song der Mädels beim essen unterbrochen…

Wir sind als Familie mittags im Hooters gewesen und das Essen war echt gut.
Die Bedienung war sehr aufmerksam und brachte unserem Sohn was zu malen, das Essen war heiß und richtig lecker und die anderen Gäste allesamt normale Leute. Das Image, dass hier nur leichtbekleidete Mädchen bedienen, «Playboy für Arme» können wir nicht bestätigen. Ein Lokal in dem man auch wunderbar scharf essen kann. Die Küche ist offen und man kann zusehen wie sauber gearbeitet wird und alles wird frisch heiss gemacht oder gebraten.
Wir waren richtig positiv überrascht. Wir gehen wieder hin.

Schlechtes Essen, langweilige und unfreundliche Bedienungen.
Ich hatte von einigen Freunden Lobeshymnen über Hooters gehört.
Nach meinem Besuch im Hooters San Francisco kann ich dies nicht nachvollziehen.
Brauche ich nicht mehr, und an jedem deutschen Baggersee finden sich hübschere Mädchen.

Question for HR at Hooters: If you make your employees wear L’eggs pantyhose under tight satin shorts, does that end up costing the company a lot in sick time for raging yeast infections?
Just wondering. Also, why are you here?

Let me preface by saying that I hate Hooters. I am more of an upper thigh kind of guy myself… So, the redeeming factor of Hooters is normally lost on me. I mean who really comes here for the food anyways? At one time, I thought they actually had great wings, but it turned out that I was just drunk and desperately hungry each time.
Once I came to said conclusion, I never chose to go to another Hooters. That being said, I have been to Hooters since, but only as the sole protester in a group. That was the case at Fishermans Warf.
I hate to come across as a Superficial pig, but let’s face it, Hooters exists because of its aesthetic appeal to men, not for its delectable cuisine. I felt like I was at Fisherman’s Barf. There was not one attractive, height/​weight proportionate gal in the entire place. Im not gonna beat a dead horse (face), so I’ll move on.
Hooters is also kind of sportsbarish. We went there to not only grab some cheap eats/​drinks, but to watch some Olympics as well. There wasnt one flat screen in the entire place. Not to be a TV prude, but these were all archaic, huge, tube TV’s. Most of them were so burned out and faded that you couldn’t even see the picture.
Now the food. The wings were on sale, $ 50 cents each, with $ 2.50 bud/​bud light drafts. We got 5 teriyaki and 5 in their Daytona Style (I saw they had Daytona shrimp, so I asked for that sauce on the wings). The teriyaki were too sweet and over-​sauced for my liking. The Daytona style I thought was actually pretty good. A little spicy, a tiny sweet.
When my friend wanted a side of ranch, I informed him that I thought they charged for it now. He didnt believe me, but sure enough, $ 1 for a side of ranch. I could almost, kind of sort of, maybe, see where they were coming from.
Im sure they wasted plenty of dough in the past on unused over-​ordered sides of ranch, but come on. How bout any extra ranch you charge for. And a dollar! Really? Maybe 50 cents. And what happened to carrots and celery. Hooters is cuttin corners left and right.
Two stars (think of them as pasties), and I feel I am being generous.

Went here after my friend and her significant other got back into town. There was one thing that happened that could attest to their crappy service and inattentive staff:
We watched a birthday party of 6 dined and dashed, and got away with it.
We saw the overweight manager bust ass outside to see if the dashers were still in sight. Everyone in the restaurant (at least near the door) was shocked. We personally didn’t know they were dashing. We honestly weren’t paying attention, but in hindsight, the party was walking mighty fast towards the exit for some apparent reason.
We spent the rest of the night talking about the dine and dash and the waitresses’ shorts aka granny panties.

What on earth possessed my friend Mark and I to go to Hooters? At 11am no less.
Fisherman’s Wharf. Tourists. Oh yeah. We are tourists. Better act like them then!!!
The mixed basket «thing» that we ordered seemed to be deep fried in salt and MSG with a bit of something spicy put on it. Truly rubbish.
Selinda our friendly waitress was a redeeming feature in an otherwise grim scenario. Oh and the bucket of Root Beer I had. I like Root Beer. And I certainly preferred it to her. It’s fizz lasted longer.
Been to Hooters. Tried it. Bought the T-sh…oh…actually I didn’t. They are over priced tat.

Finally! A visit to this self-​proclaimed family restaurant! First thing I did? What one’s supposed to do at Hooters. Check the girls out, of course!
The girls are decent looking. No fuglies, thank goodness. That’ll be bad for business. I thought our waitress is cute. But the guys said she has a big forehead. *shrug* Wonder if they’re only saying that ’cause I’m there.
The Hooter outfit, on the other hand, is disastrous. I have no issue with the low cut tops. If you’ve got it, flaunt it! I do have issues with the spandex short shorts. Even the skinny, slender girls had muffin tops going on. Evil shorts! They’ll show it all. Very unflattering indeed. To top off the outfit. Long white crew socks with chunky white shoes?! Time warp? Ewww. If I was a guy, I’d be majorly turned off.
Time for some food! Chicken wings! The Mild ones were the best. (
) Nicely battered and fried. Needed a bit more seasoning. Daytona (
) Wowzers! Super tangy and super spicy. Burned my mouth! The Parmesan Garlic. (
) Ewww. Didn’t think they’d be coated with a barf-​looking sauce. Flavors weren’t bad except they were heavy and difficult to eat more than 2 wings.
The best part were the Fried Pickles!!! (
) Mmmmmm… sooooo good! If you like pickles, you’ll like these! Can’t get enough!
Can you believe a pitcher of Bud Light is $ 17?! What a ripoff!

Still feeling a high from watching a home team victory in the Emerald Bowl a couple of friends and I decided to take a long brisk walk from the stadium to Fisherman’s Wharf. Although we had eaten a light meal at the game our forty minute ramble to tourist town left us hot and thirsty. When hot and thirsty at Fisherman’s Wharf, where does one go? Why, Hooters of course!
Although I’ve frequented Hooters restaurants in many other cities this was my first time at the San Francisco location. As expected the restaurant was bustling on a Saturday night, and it looked like every table was occupied. Strangely enough the young lady at the door suggested we walk in and just grab a seat. Seating at the bar was available and that’s where we parked ourselves. The friendly waitress stopped by for a drink order. I had had enough beer at the game so I ordered a Pepsi. I wasn’t expecting it, but what I got was a Big Gulp. That’s right, a big plastic tumbler nearly the size of the Big Gulp filled to the top with Pepsi. Guess I won’t be needing refills!
The waitress whose name tag announced herself simply as «GGK» had to be the most overworked person on the wait staff. In addition to waiting tables, she was the beertender, she took care of all the take out orders and she answered all of the incoming telephone calls.
It took her a bit of time to return to get the food order, but seeing her workload first hand it was quite understandable. There was a big overhead television right before our eyes to view the day’s sports highlights on ESPN, so we had no problem with the wait. I was repeatedly juggling the idea of having a burger versus having another sandwich inside of my head so the wait was welcome. I ordered up the Texas Steak Sandwich cooked to order medium, and not knowing that it already comes with a side of potato salad I asked for an additional order of curly fries.
That was a lot of food and drink, but in no real hurry I sat there and devoured every last bit of food I ordered. The Texas Steak Sandwich comes served on a hamburger bun (
). Topped with grilled onions, sauteed mushrooms and a layer of gooey melted American cheese it was an inch and a half of lean, tender, flavorful strip steak so juicy it melted the bread away forcing me to eat it with a knife and fork. The curly fries (
) came in a big platter fried up golden crispy and lightly salted.
As I explained in another one of my Hooters reviews I’ve always considered Hooters restaurants to be a place of entertainment. The food and drink are often secondary to the atmosphere and the obvious eye candy. Our waitress deserved five stars herself for juggling her busy workload as it was, and it was a nice meal to end an awesome day.

Santacon or Santarchy 08 started off for me at this Hooter’s in S.F. Honestly I don’t think I’ve ever thought of going to a Hooter’s when I’m thinking of heavily boozing. Probably because they charge $ 5 bucks for a little 12 oz plastic cup of beer.
But with a couple hundred HO HO HO-​ing Santa’s absolutely jamming this place up gave me the perfect cover to assist my friends pound a few tall cans that were smuggled in. I think Hooter’s is the only establishment that would tolerate such Yuletide cheer, I must give them an extra star for handling the rush so well.
The girls here (which let’s be honest are the real draw) are the best looking I’ve seen at any Hooter’s, so cheers to that.