Hooters

Absolutely awful, felt as if we needed to seat ourselves. Stood by the hostess table for 10 minutes and no one would seat us, even after requesting to be seated was told give me a minute and the girl did not do anything but go get on her phone. Looked forward to eating hooters all weekend when we left the convention we were at. Had a group of 10 that couldn’t wait to eat but were never seated. Such a shame.

Went there alone to watch the super bowl and had a few beers. Nice people and nothing to complain about. Prices normal like in any Hooters.

So I normally don’t bash places I just don’t, but this is my second time trying this Hooters. I tend to give a freebie for a bad experience because everyone has bad days. I had to wait over 30 mins during a not busy time frame, there was no lunch rush, for someone to even ask me what I wanted to drink, let alone what I wanted to order. I frequently visit the Murfreesboro and Hermitage restaurants and they usually tend to do a pretty good job, not this one. Second time, second experience was exactly the same. Bad.i normally leave a $40.00 tip because the waitress usually takes such good care of me but not here she got $4.09 just so I could round it up to $20.00

We brought my son here for his 12th birthday. Service, cleanliness and staff are amazing! Our hostess and server Madelynn went above and beyond to make my little guy feel special for his big day! By far the best Hooters we've ever been to ❤️

Love this place

Jamya was my server and she was an absolute blast! She made sure the Celtics game was on,and took great care of! You guys rock!

I’ve been a regular guest at various and NUMEROUS so called “Hooters” restaurants for just over four decades now. Tonight, I experienced my greatest disappointment in life, but my very first disappointment with “Hooters” (or whatever their real name is). I very vividly remember my first experience with this company. I was a young and excitable newbie to the roadie life who had just landed my first employment opportunity with Erik Hokkanen (I apologize for name dropping a star of such stature, but I think you’re old enough now that it’s time you should know). I had absolutely zero technical ability at the time, musical or otherwise. I am deaf in both ears, but Erik (or “duhhhhh Ehhhwerik, as I called him) saw potential in me. I toured with him as his fiddle tech for the better part of two and almost a half months. It was my first time being outside of Austin, Texas, and undoubtedly, the best nine+ weeks of my life. On my 31st birthday, April 1st, 1983, we had just loaded out of a gig in Clearwater, Florida, and Erik treated me to dinner at the grand opening of a brand new restaurant in town. Yep, you guessed it… Hooters. Long story short, that night and every time I’ve been back to a Hooters over the last 40 years have been comparable only to the first time I smoked DMT. However, tonight, I visited this location on Largo Dr. in Nashville. The service from my bartender was so atrocious that I had to verbally (yes, out loud) talk myself out of walking into the bathroom and drowning myself in the toilet. The one other person in the entire building, apart from the ogre of a bartender, must have thought I was crazy. The service I received from the bartender was so horrific that I bought an entire script of Xanax on my way home and am typying this through the last 10% of vision I have left as I swallow my 9th bar. I will spare you of all the details, but I feel it’s pertinent that management know that upon seeing my vintage Kid Rock graphic T-shirt, the bartender called me a “wigger”. Wings were a bit undercooked, but the sauce made up for it. Will not be back to this location.

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