I was talked into going once on a high school trip in the early 90s and the waitresses at that location were B cups at most, but clearly picked just for looks. It was entertaining that the guy whose idea it was to go was extremely shy and had the hardest time just talking to the waitress. Wings were ok, but not good enough to ever go again.
More recently on an anniversary trip my wife talked us into going to Salt Life as we had been laughing about the ‘slut life’ looking stickers we saw back at home. It was the beach version of Hooters.
I was talked into going once on a high school trip in the early 90s and the waitresses at that location were B cups at most, but clearly picked just for looks. It was entertaining that the guy whose idea it was to go was extremely shy and had the hardest time just talking to the waitress. Wings were ok, but not good enough to ever go again.
More recently on an anniversary trip my wife talked us into going to Salt Life as we had been laughing about the ‘slut life’ looking stickers we saw back at home. It was the beach version of Hooters.
100% you were taken there for emotional support