If youâre ever thinking, âHooters isnât really a place for me, but they probably have decent food.â Think again. God, their fare is awful. Itâs been almost 18 hours and I still feel like I to vomit. On top of the items on the menu being intentionally horrible, several of the wrong entrees came out and nothing came out together. Details on the mess â the wings we ordered ânudeâ were buttery and pimply and were supposed to have a buffalo sauce on them. It was just like eating bland chicken skin. We got an order of 10 and only touched 4. And this is between 3 people. 3 people could not bring themselves to eat 10 Buffalo wings. Maybe we are spoiled, because we have Chuckâs café in our town, but on their own, these wings are awful.
On top of our waitress putting in the order wrong and bringing everything out at different times, my buddy found what appeared to be a booger covered with ranch dress on the inside of his glass. She told us she would âgo find out what that is.â Oh god, no. I donât want to know what it is, just make it go away. Additionally, my medium cheeseburger came out like a hockey puck. So, if you are looking for a place apparently run by the marginal literate with a bar that overlooks a greasy fry-pit â Hooters on Route 1 in Mercer Mall is the place for you. I only wish that I can vomit before bed. I feel like I need to have a baby.