The Bare Minimum

Thank you, Adrienne C., Overton, Birmingham, AL for your review of Hooters in Pelham, AL.

Geez, I'm certainly not one to side with the Yelper, but this is actually the nicest you could (should) have been considering THEY DIDN'T HAVE ANY SILVERWARE. This is like going to the bank and finding out they don't have any cash after you've already pressed withdraw. Bizarre to say the least.

Adrienne C., you've attached a photo of said fork, which I'm sharing separately below because it's... well, you'll see...

Ready?

This is the saddest fork I've ever seen. Actually, it's an oyster fork. Imagine ordering a salad (interesting choice at Hooters, but whatever) and you're given this to eat it with. Well, you don't have to imagine; it happened to you.

Aside from the fact that an oyster fork somehow made it into a Hooters (alarming), I can say on behalf of the waitress that she f*cking hates her job. That she didn't untie her apron, drop it dramatically in the middle of the floor, and walk out means that she really needs the money.

This is a truly terrible feeling, and I'm grateful that you saw this and still tipped her appropriately. Bringing you that pitiful little fork and telling you, with a straight face, that this is all that was available for your salad is most likely something she will think about for the rest of her life. Probably as one of those rock-bottom moments.

So, a genuine thank you, Adrienne C., for being a good person. You're proof that it's possible to give criticism without being a c*nt about it.

I can't believe I'm seconding this, but DO BETTER HOOTERS! Having silverware at a restaurant is quite literally the least you can do.

Five out of five stars.

See you next Tuesday.