Hooters

Best wings around. Three mile island sauce is awesome. Cheeseburgers good also. Lets not forget the fried pickles or onion rings, gotta have em.
If you want any attention from the waitresses I hope you’re in college or younger, anybody over 30 good luck with that.

My first experience with Hooters was as a young man in South Florida and it would be dishonest of me to claim that it wasn’t a delight.
It was touristy but that was fine because I was indeed… a tourist. The place was shiny and lively. People were upbeat, friendly & kept you in good spirits. The girls were hot, without exception, and provided service with a smile. They enjoyed where they were and what they were doing, as did the customers. It was win-​win for everyone.
Things tend to gleam a little brighter when you’re on holiday in the sun.
Journey now to our very own version, in beautiful Bensalem, Pa…
It’s typically frequented by young meat heads, the girls who love them, a few groups on lunch break and the random old guy.
As you walk in you are met with a loud «SIT WHEREVER YOU’D LIKE!!!» from across the room. It may startle you briefly as you scan the room trying to figure out where it came from.
If you phone in a take out order, you may be hung up on or placed on hold indefinitely. If you sit and eat there, you will stink like deep fried chicken and potatoes.
The girls aren’t very attentive or friendly unless, of course, you’re one of their pals. Then they’ll ignore all their other tables while they chat you up. You know, like they’re hanging out instead of being at work.
These are females of that age & persuasion who are truly the masters of indifference. The kinds of girls whose parents are probably wishing they had raised goldfish instead.
The only reason I am giving this place two stars, or go here at all, is for their wings. I’ve always been a fan of their wings. Why anyone orders them «naked», I’ll never understand. Breaded wings and tiny orange shorts are what Hooters is all about.
If your sole objectives are wings, fries and beer (macro, of course) — you can’t miss. Yet within all of Hooterdom, I’d wager most other locations are better than this one.
Hooters works best as a tropical, seaside, tourist destination (as evidenced by one of their marketing slogans — «we’re a little slice of Florida»). That’s what the whole theme lends itself to.
Hooters along the wastelands of Street Road? Not so much.

I went here with a bunch of girls from my roller derby team (some gay, some straight, plus a few guys who had only the vaguest idea of what they were getting into), and had one of the worst eating experiences of my entire life.
Generally (and correct me if I’m wrong), the two main reasons people go to Hooters are the waitresses and the wings. We were not impressed by either. First of all, the wings barely had meat on them and were served swimming in grease, especially if you ordered them naked. They also left the second joint on them, which is pointless (there’s no meat on that part either). The food in general was pretty lacking, except the fried pickles, which were good. I ordered the tater tots, and I’m just going to throw the idea out there that if your cheese comes from a pump in liquid form, it should NOT be referred to as cheddar. This was nauseating.
The worst part, by far, was the service. The novelty of waitresses in low cut tops and short shorts wore off in minutes — after all, we see our friends and teammates in this attire all the time — but we did want to know where they bought the cute high-​waisted black shorts so we could get some for ourselves, because they provided some pretty impressive enhancement. Our waitress never brought a tray to the table — she would bring drinks or entrees two at a time, one in each hand, and half the time she would just disappear again after she had left whatever it was for us, and not come back for what seemed like forever. It took forever to get a drink, and when she finally brought us our food, she DID NOT BRING ANY SILVERWARE. We waited, and we tried to flag her down, but it was useless. One of our party ate a salad with her fingers. Another ate most of a slice of cheesecake with her fingers, before we realized that all our attempts would fail and finally went to the bar and got utensils ourselves. She also completely forgot the fries that were part of my friend’s combo, and had to be repeatedly asked for them. She also took over half an hour to get the check to us, and by then we were on the verge of just walking out without paying. In general, horrible, horrible service — no amount of sweet, bubbly attitude, booty shorts, or cleavage makes up for total inability to perform the basic functions of your job.
The most mind-​boggling part about this was that this was around 10 or 11 on a Friday night, which you would think would be one of the busiest times of the week — and yet the place was not even one-​third full, and they STILL seemed to be completely understaffed. It amazes me that any place that serves booze would be so poorly equipped for peak bar-​going hours.
(Also, on a more amusing note, a friend ordered the special that gets you an order of wings for free when you buy the Hooters calendar — and most of the pages in the calendar were in completely random order. We think our waitress must have been the one who put it together.)

If only the food was a little better (generally, it isn’t anything to write home about)…staff is friendly enough. Large TVs are everywhere and people will often stare at them instead of speaking to their fellow diners. The vibe is Florida dive bar. For a place designed to allow a group of guys to ogle waitresses while watching sports, children are often inexplicably in attendance in the evenings. And couples. I think it might have to do with people being unaware of other area dining choices.
The only thing I look forward to on the menu is the fried pickles; they are a unique and delicious way to help beer down your throat. I made the mistake of ordering a cocktail once. There’s no bartender, as such. Go with the beer beer beer.

I know a lot of people come for the hooters but I came for the food because I was hungry and was craving some oysters. Well, I am not sure but I think I was possessed by Martians or something that day, thinking that oysters would be a good idea to eat at a hooters in Bensalem. lol Let’s just say I didn’t eat all of them but luckily I did not get sick the next day. We had shrimp and some drinks and a few other appetizers. The food is OK but it really is nothing special at all. They have a lot of TV’s to catch a game. It is a nice atmosphere to hang out with friends. Don’t expect to go there and have an awesome dinner or anything like that. The road leading to the Hooters is a little bizzare but there is plenty of parking. You have to make the turn before you get to the hotel. Other wise you are going to have to back track a little. I like the Hooters down in Houston Texas better. Everything is bigger in Texas you know ;-P

It’s hooters… the girls vary from time to time (kinda like a strip bar) — so the lunch crowd may be a little weak. but like mcdonalds or other chains, the menu is pretty much the same