211 West 56th Street
At Hooters, we strategically sat next to the waitress stand.
It was like being backstage at a Victoria's Secret show. As models
prepare to take their walk down the runway, we witnessed all the activity
and all the girls passing right by our table. We were assigned two
waitresses, which meant lots of service and quick beer orders.
This was too good to be true, so we gave Dick Wertel a call on the
cell phone just to make sure that we hadn't died and gone to heaven.
But in our advanced state of inebriation it also lead to confusion on
Greg's part. At this point, all the orange shorts and tiny T-shirts were
starting to look the same to Greg.
Chicken wings were recommended by the friendly staff and ordered, then
more were ordered, and when the bar was closing so we got yet another
order just to keep the girls busy.
Alas, Hooters finally reached its closing time, and all we could do was
grab a parting shot with the calendar girls cut-out.
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