my dad took me when I was a little kid, probably part of a heterosexualizing intervention that I'd grow up straight for once. I had a hotdog.
Strip clubs serve food. Can you imagine the kind of beta you'd have to be to eat at a hooters if you could go to a strip club?
I went when I was like 13 or 14, one of my mom's coworkers was having a birthday or something and we just kinda showed up for the minimum amount of time. I had the wings, I wasnt impressed - the waitress was nice though I guess. I've never understood the appeal of Hooters or strip clubs or other places where you're meant to be horny in public, although maybe that's a result of growing up with the Internet and having much stronger stuff on tap.
edit: okay thinking about this has dredged up an image from my memories. Imagine a forty year old man surrounded by the Hooters wait staff, doing a shot and going WOOOO while everyone kind watches him awkwardly. That's my lasting impression of Hooters and the kind of person who would choose to have a party there.
yeah I'm much more comfortable with everyone vaguely repressing their sexuality in public. I know people are to the toilet as well and that's perfectly normal and fine but I don't want them to share the details with me