my dad took me when I was a little kid, probably part of a heterosexualizing intervention that I'd grow up straight for once. I had a hotdog.
Strip clubs serve food. Can you imagine the kind of beta you'd have to be to eat at a hooters if you could go to a strip club?
I went in college with my ex. It was okay. mid to bad food, and the waitress greeted us with "I'll be your hooters girl today" which was super weird/uncomfortable. I genuinely cannot imagine the :brainworms: needed to go to a place like that and have fun