Hooters is a tacky restaurant with bad food. People who like tacky restaurants with bad food are dying off.
And here is where we all play the world's smallest violin. And also hope they speed up the 'dying off' process.
My favorite wing place in town has some of the best fried chicken I've ever eaten. They also have cornbread that must be bathed in unicorn tears. The place itself is a smallish building that betrays the size of their operation. You walk into the place and the staff is behind bulletproof glass, there are iron bars on the windows, and around town it has the nickname "ghetto wings." Being me, I'd probably not go there after dark. At lunch, however, there are people from cops to beggars, guys in work trucks to guys in suits all in line to get these things. If you don't time the lunch rush just right, the wait for your food can be 35-40 minutes. And I love the place. The rough around the edges of the place and the area of town they are located scares away the people who would be better served at an Applebees or Hooters.
The people in the place are wonderful, lovely, kind, and some of the best people out there. I go to this place roughly once a month when the whole office kicks in and we get 100 wings and a few sides. And they remember me.