The Culture of the Hoot

The Culture Of The Hoot....

As the legend goes, it was in Clearwater, Florida that the first owl-bedecked girls elbowed into the limelight in their radiant orange and white ensembles. From there, the succulent fruits of corporate labor gained popularity faster than the ones at neighboring Tropicana. It's even questionable these days as to whose oranges are the Sunshine State's most conspicuous export!

To hear the name "Hooters" evokes an avalanche of opinions ranging from good, wholesome family fun to racy, stereotypical sex objects. But whatever one's own feelings are, it's certainly not all about the girls.... Ok, it is all about the girls.... But there's much more to Hooters' restaurants than most people will allow themselves to get to know. There's the food, the atmosphere and all the flavorful fun of a sports bar, a diner and a tropical vacation tightly twisted into one unforgettable experience.

No two restaurants are exactly alike. And each sizzles with sex appeal and oozes with the regional flavor of each city and town it finds itself situated in. There's a cultural persona and a fierce fan following to the restaurants (in)famously known as being "Delightfully tacky, yet unrefined." So come inside, have a seat and enjoy the experience of a lifetime. Oh, BTW, it's ok if you stare!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Hooters of Pelham, Alabama

This is Kasie.... One of Pelham, Alabama's finest.... I first met Kasie a few months prior to these photos and a few miles north at one of the many Hooters of Birmingham where she was working at the time.

The first time I visited Hooters of Pelham only the name tag gave any hint that Kasie and I had met before. The restaurant was near empty and wouldn't you know, Kasie was my server.

Kasie and my camera had a true love affair and these shots are a true testament to that statement.

Sadly, this was the last time I saw Hooters of Pelham, Alabama or Kasie so it's understandable why these shots taken just before close on that hot summer night are so endearing to me.

We kept phone contact for a few months after that but drifted apart. What can I say. Time marches on and so do the people we encounter along the way....

Kasie, wherever you are out there, I wish you all of the best and I hope our paths will come to cross again someday, somewhere in the sands of time.

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