Friday, September 23, 2005
Where have I been? NoPo is getting another titty bar—oh my god THAT is a surprise!—and I didn’t know about it? Evidently. People! I’m sorry I have failed to blog of this monumental nightmare. Okay okay, stop it now, you may say Hooters is not a titty bar, I’ll say it’s a mega-chain nightmare. Better? Good. And the creme de la crème? I just read via here that it’s going in one of my favorite historic buildings: Waddles.
Okay. There are two things here.
First, let’s talk Waddles…
The fantabulous architecture of Waddles and the infamous Eat Now sign along I-5 at Jantzen Beach have been an icon for those motoring along I-5 for years. Designed by architect Pietro Bellushi in 1945, it’s one of the very last things you see as you go over the bridge and into Washington state. Check out the beauty of the signage, the camp of the design, and the classic style here. Waddle’s closed a few years back, and was rumored to have been the location for a Krispy Kreme. No more.
Second, let’s talk Hooters…
I once heard an NPR story about Hooters, and the Hooters brand. The spokesman said their brand is “quality”. In fact, he said something along the lines that while the girls may first get ‘em in, it’s the quality of the food that brings ‘em back. He then proceeded to wax eloquently of the Hooters brand equating good, family values. It’s the kind of place you can bring your kids and have a good meal. Yes, he really said that.
All the while being served by women wearing nylons with shorts, white socks and tennis shoes. Notice I’m not saying anything about the tiny tops. Nope. It’s the fashion faux paux of frickin’ pantyhose. As they say in their handbook, “Pantyhose are a required part of the uniform and are to be worn any time the Hooters Girl uniform is worn.” They better be careful of phenomena like this (man’s static electricity causes fire)
I digress. Back to that Hooters brand. Good ol’ boy titty bar masquerading as family restaurant, will soon call a historic legend of North Portland home. Good bye Waddles, hello Hooters.
Me? I’d much rather go to the Dancin’ Bare . They have amateur night. And it’s just up the street. And they don’t try to masquerade as something they’re not.
P.S. Please don’t try to defend Hooters. Come on: employees have to sign the following statement:
"I hereby acknowledge...the work environment is one in which joking and innuendo based on female sex appeal is commonplace."
Posted by LeLo at Friday, September 23, 2005