Futile attempt to do something American

So today in the news, Osama bin Laden was announced to have died.

Jon and I decided that we should do something American to celebrate.

McDonalds? No. Subway? Negative.

Hooters?? YES. AWESOME.

So we journeyed to the beautiful Clarke quay:



And found the very first Hooters in all of Asia. As far as were concerned, it'll probably be the last.

Seemed fairly legit. Tall wood tables. Only two TVs, but they were on ESPN. Overly made-up chicks in tank tops and orange hot pants. We were so excited to see fried pickles on the menu!! Awesome! America! And then this happened:





Gross. Didn't even taste like pickle. Just crunchy nothing. And the sauce left much to be desired. Woefully inadequate.

Alright, well maybe they don't understand pickles, all they have is cucumbers here anyway. So we thought to ourselves: the wings can't be that bad, they bottle their own sauce. So we order, and sure the wings were fine... But the ranch??? Let's not get into that disaster. Disgusting.



We ate them. We were hungry. It was for the glory of America.

But if we ever decided to come here to celebrate being Mexican, we'd also be disappointed:





We're done, hooters. Done. I might even write a scathing email to corporate. Salted rim not advisable- psh, EATING here not advisable. I'm gonna advise you to look at the recipe book again.

In any case:

-Cheers to America! Jon & Nikki