Address: 353 Jefferson Street near Fisherman's Wharf
Cuisine: Seafood, wings...um...guy food?
Date Visited: End of May...Lemme get back to you on this
Dining Partner: Lawrange, Lil Jackie, and Jer
So my supervisor from work was craving chicken wings, and he asked me if I wanted to go to Hooters with him and 2 other girls. I never went there before in my life. Yes, I do find this place cheesy. And yes, in all honesty, it’s coming out of jealousy, too. I want to fit in those short-shorts! =) But that will never happen. Ha! The closest one is by the wharf in San Francisco. We closed at 10 that night, and released at 10:30, so he drove mad fast down the freeway and we got there in 15 minutes. No Joke.
We walked in and sat ourselves. Upon sitting we noticed a certain stench. It was a cross between bleach and vinegar, something acidy. So that was something to ponder as we were deciding on our orders. By the way, the menus are just as cheesy:
So our server came and her name was:
And we got our drinks, the cups were huge! Haha.
I was going through the menu and found the “Seafood Spectacular” insert. I guess it’s not a permanent part of their menu. The Rich Boy Sandwich looked might tasty. It’s basically a roll filled with battered and fried shrimp and clams. The image of Rachael Ray eating a clam roll in Boston in one of her episodes of $40 Dollars a Day popped in my head and I figured I should order it since it was something close to what she ate. Yeah, I’m a poser. But don’t it look pur-ty on the menu? There goes the Paula Deen in me.
My supervisor commented on the curly fries and they looked good, too. So I ordered that as well.
Well the food came about ten minutes later and it looked pretty good.
THEN I took a bite.
Ugh. Even after I squeezed lemon juice on everything, it was very very bland. I have had fried shrimp and clams SO MUCH better. But then again, this is HOOTERS for gosh sakes. You do not come here for the food. I ended up taking each piece of seafood and dunking it in ketchup, instead of eating it like a sandwich. The seafood was flavorless and all I tasted was batter and oil. Yeah. Not very good.
The fries were a disappointment also. Okay, what do you think of when you think CURLY FRIES? Seasoned and crispy, right? Quite frankly, these were unseasoned potatoes cut up really fancy, but they sure did not taste fancy. When I first ordered them, I thought they would at least taste as good as the ones from Jack in the Crack, but I was so angry when they weren’t. Jack in the Crack’s are so much better, sad to say.
At the end of the meal, I felt really disappointed. I did eat about 75% of the sandwich only because I was starving myself the whole day. The little menu insert did not even say the price, so I didn’t even know how much I owed. Boo.
When all hope was lost for this place with all its cheesiness, I was amused by two things:
This is the door to the Ladies’ Restroom:
“All Women”…Sure. What it means? No clue. Maybe it would make sense if I took a pic of the Gentlemen’s Restroom door. Oh well.
And finally:
“58.3% of statistics are made up” Hmmm, makes you wonder about this one, right?
In conclusion, would I go back? No. Now I know why I never started coming here in the first place. The food is mediocre, but like I said before, this is not a place to go for the food. All in all, not a place for me.
