Goodbye dinner at Hooters Chillers

Time to fly back home and my dad was kind enough to drive me with my oversized luggage to the airport.

In return I made him endure sitting in a pretty loud sports bar, which once was a Hooters (the first in an Airport), but at some point they parted ways, the owners went private, renamed it Chillers, extended the menu and do not have to rely anymore on Hooters’ frozen supply chain, instead they can now buy fresh and from whom they want.

It still looks and feels very much like a Hooters (though the waitresses are not wearing orange hot-pants, but are just as nice) and the wings and ribs I had were very tasty.

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