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Hooters - No gay guys here!



When I heard that there was a Hooters bar at the Mall of Asia, I immediately asked Nike, Pochie and Rorie to go eat there! I loveeee their 911 chicken and of course the chicks :) I had no expectations with regards to the women because I saw an article that had a picture of the Manila Hooters girls and I was not impressed (choosy pa me!).

Upon entering, I was amazed that there were many thin, tall, girly Hooters girls! I think I am going to make this a habit. :)

We ordered the 911 chicken. Although the spices used are the same I find that the chicken meat itself tastes different. They're not solely chicken wings so the flavor didn't go all the way through the meat. But no complaints, it's close to the real thing. If you're craving for the ever famous Hooters chicken, then this is a good deal.

Then, I was surprised when the girls lined up in front and started dancing! Hmmm...this is different. In the US, the girls only take your order, talks to the costumers and just leans over the table many times :) But here, the Filipino twist to the Hooters girl is the Alma Moreno fantabulous production numbers. Not bad at all :)

Then I realized, my gaydar was not blinking. Hala! I cannot sense a Filipino gay guy from a 10-meter radius. This is odd! But upon further retrospect, I realized that a typical gay guy won't have the desire to go here as evidenced by my conversation from my gay bestfriend:

Anto: friend, punta tayo hooters...
Friendship: ano ber.. ala akong mapapala dyan.. :)
Anto: malay mo, maraming paping ..
Friendship: paping nga.. pero hindi ako bobooking dyan :)

I think I am going to have a once a week WFH (work from hooters) day :)

AMEN!

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