Hooters — Restaurant in Mishawaka

My husband & I took our kids here this past Saturday evening. This wasn't our first time here, I'd say we go a couple times a month. Our kids love it here. Our two girls who are 7 years old are obsessed with Tiara, which is an amazing waitress. Every time we suggest going to eat at Hooter's, they scream of excitement to see Tiara! Leah is a great waitress as well as Dara. Unfortunately our evening Saturday was a disappointment. We arrived shortly after 7pm. The place was slower then usual. Lots of open tables. We got seated right away which normally there's a wait. After waiting about 15-20 with still no waitress, I decided to ask a hostess who our waitress was. About five minutes later a manager, didn't get her name..came over to take our drink order. We placed an order for 24 buffalo shrimp as our appetizer. Then our waitress named Jenna (who was standing there the whole time by the manager as we took our drink & appetizer order) came over to apologize and said the hostess didn't let her know she had our table. She asked if we wanted to order dinner and we said that we'd prefer to wait until after appetizer came out. While waiting with our 3 children, I noticed tables of 2 or even tables of 6 that were seated after us were receiving their appetizers, even their dinner. A table behind us of 6 were finished eating dinner before our appetizer even came out. I was shocked at that point and extremely irritated. Not to mention our waitress had walked by us at least 12 times without checking in. I finally got up after waiting an hour on our appetizer, found our waitress and told her we wanted our check. She stated she didn't know we ordered an appetizer since the manager put in the order, let's not forget we even told her we'd like to wait to order dinner until after our appetizer comes out. She came 7 minutes later and brought our check apologizing stating the manager will be coming over. Now I'm not one to complain, but with as slow as it was in there, arriving shortly after 7pm and leaving at 8:45pm without eating a thing..that's absurd. Our kids were extremely disappointed, they love the food here. I hope the next time we bring our kids here, it'll be managed more...

The sun hung heavy in the midday sky as I pushed open the door to Hooters, the neon-lit oasis of fried comfort in a desert of American sameness. From the outside, it could have been any other joint, but inside, it was the temple of Americana – precisely what one would expect, and yet so much more.

As we stepped through the entrance, the unmistakable sultry opening riffs of T-Rex’s “Bang a Gong” permeated the air, wrapping us in a cloak of rock 'n' roll nostalgia. It was as if the universe itself was setting the tone for our experience, a cosmic nod to the hedonistic vibes of the 70s, perfectly encapsulating the electric atmosphere of Hooters.

The air was thick with the scent of frying batter and buffalo sauce. There's a sense of forbidden delight in places like this, a slice of counterculture wedged between conformist norms. And right in the center of it all was our Hooters waitress, Syria. With the swagger of someone who knows they run the show, she delivered service with an edge - a quick wit, a faster smile, and a hint of mischief in her eyes. You couldn’t help but be charmed.

The fried pickles hit the table with a promise, and they didn't disappoint. Crispy, golden bites of tangy delight - a paean to deep-fried dreams. The wings, extra crispy as per our seditious request, were a testament to the beauty of simplicity done right. And who would have thought, amidst this temple to poultry and bawdiness, the Buffalo Chicken salad would stand out? Fresh, zingy, a veritable phoenix rising from the deep-fryer's ashes.

Amidst the revelry, a curious observation: apart from the ladies in uniform, my wife stood alone. An island of femininity in a sea of testosterone. It was oddly poetic – the perfect foil to an otherwise predictably hedonistic afternoon.

As we ambled out, the world outside seemed just a touch duller, a shade less vibrant. Hooters, in its brash, unapologetic splendor, had delivered. And as sure as the desert sun, we knew – we...

Just left from here an hour ago.. We are in town for my son all star weekend for baseball. We decided to go to hooters they told us it was 15 min wait. We waited over 30 mins to get seated just having all the waitress look at us until a manger sees quite few of us waiting and tells them to get everyone seated. We finally get seated we order our water n pop for the kids that took About 15 mins to get. We put our apps order in Fried pickles, lotsatots, buffalo shrimp. As we are waiting once again over 30 mins. The tots just came out with cheese and sour cream I stated where is bacon ? The waitress states we don’t have bacon right now. Ok why wasn’t I told this when I order them? We let it go didn’t make an issue about it. As we are waiting for our food order which also took long to get we placed our used dishes in a nice pile at the end of table and the waitress states “ do you want me to take this”? I’m my head why would she ask this it’s common sense who wants used dishes on the table as we are starting to eat. The workers in the back of kitchen we’re going outside then coming back Inside they were talking with waitresses not even doing there job. The waitresses were more worried about the customers at bar having conversations instead of doing their jobs. we had no energy and time to inform the manager because he was just as bad as the workers! I wish my phone didn’t die I would’ve...