[S]top right there! Make no assumptions. This dining trip was entirely my idea, not my husband’s. “Really?” you ask. “Hooters?” Yes. I understand you’re puzzled. I get it. Here’s the thing: I love Hooters. I do. I love the campiness, the unabashed tackiness. I love the grilled cheese, curly fries, buffalo shrimp, the key lime pie.… Continue reading dining with dad: hooters