We've never really been huge fans of Hooter's restaurants and their apparently winning combination of spicy hot wings with an extra large side of cleavage: sure, the food is OK, but what's with all those clothes? The trademark orange hot pants and low-cut tank tops are fine if you're into "family dining," but it's just a little too much fabric for our tastes.
Fortunately, someone at the company may finally "get" it and helped put together a topless calendar of girls who may or may not have been employed as waitresses.* If you want chicken fingers the no shirt, no service rules still apply, but we weren't that hungry anyway.
· The Women of Hooters 2008 (hogrockcafe.com, via myhotbox.blogspot.com)
Update As several of you wrote in to point out, these are scans from Playboy's February 2008 issue, not pages from a Hooters calendar. Sorry, we got distracted by all those wings. Er, breasts, Er ... you know what we mean. (Or maybe we just got it confused with this?)