Archive for December 13th, 2009
I’ve always been a bit uneasy about Hoo.ters (the restaurant, people). While they do have decent wings, I just can’t get comfortable with the concept. This is no reflection on anyone who chooses to go there or to work there as I’ve certainly been known to frequent it a time or two, although not recently.
Having a daughter has definitely solidified my views on Hoot.ers (still talking about the restaurant, people). I will not take her there anytime in the near future (or ever) because I do not want her exposed to any place that requires its adult female employees to dress in toddler sized clothing while allowing the male employees to wear clothes that actually fit them. So much for equal treatment, eh? Oh wait, I guess it does require Hoote.rs (not the restaurant this time, people) to serve plates of hot wings and baskets of fries. Bona fide job requirement? I think not.
So…since J and I both love, love, love hot wings we had to find an alternative. We made them at home, we tried them at non-wing specific restaurants, we tried them at other wing specific restaurants but nothing exactly worked for us.
Until our goddaughter, Izzy, recommended Quaker Steak and Lube. Okay, maybe it was her dad that suggested it but whatever. And since all the servers, both male and female, wore inoffensive clothing we figured we’d give it a go. Izzy even brought Ava a coloring book in honor of her first visit there.
OMG. One trip and we were hooked.
The wings are good, the restaurant provides complimentary goldfish crackers for the little ones to munch on while waiting for our entrees, there are decent alternatives for kids meals other than deep fried chicken nuggets, mac-n-cheese, and fries. And, to reiterate, the wings are very, very good – especially the hot ones.
Ava thought so, too.
We’re so proud of her. She munched on her first hot (really, it was hot) wing like a pro. No celery although she did practically lick the ranch dressing out of the cup…except in the interest of full disclosure she pretty much does that anytime she’s exposed to ranch dressing (she gets that from me, by the way).