If they could reconcile their differences, you could eat chicken wings while learning how to say “jumbo bazoingas” in several languages.
Das wäre verdammt¹ geil
There, learned a German phrase ;-)
Pronunciation in IPA:
das 'vɛːrə fɛɐ̯ˈdamt ˈɡaɪ̯l
1: Technically, that's "damn awesome". The more literal translation of fucking would involve the word "fick", the most idiomatic version "verfickt geil". I don't really see it used even in rougher slang, so I feel like the general equivalent in terms of usage would be "verdammt".
How do you translate made up slang words into another language? Do you just discover which made up slang words they have for the same things and then use those words? What if the other language doesn't have equivalent slang?
Spanish or vanish!
(for anyone who missed my favorite april fools joke of the year https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWXuz95uBQo)
I think I know the concept behind Hooters and other generic boobie bars (not an american) but I honestly don't think I could go to one of those venues and, if I went, I have serious doubts I'd be able to enjoy myself or the meal.
I went as a novelty kind of thing when I was a kid visiting Disney, but it was just sort of amusing back then. Grown ass men should just step up and go to a titty bar.
Don't think I be able to motivate myself to go to one.
It's one of those things that sounds nice in theory but would have disastrous outcomes if ever attempted.
The only times it ends in disaster is when a client doesn't believe in consent.
Would that be a problem for you?
Now, the real problem with Hooters is that their wings started to suck so you're really just overpaying to be a bit of a creep towards a young lady in too much makeup.
No amount of consent in the world would aid in making me feel as not taking part of an exploitative arrangement. That would be my problem.
Regarding bad food... I've worked in hospitality. It can always be worst.
I used to go there because they had pretty tasty and affordable shrimp, wings, and cheap beer. It was a fun place to get tipsy with friends while eating comfort food and drinking ice cold beer. I could give or take the big boobies, but I certainly didn't complain about them. I even took my now wife there on a date before we were married, and she agreed that the shrimp, wings, and cheap beer were great deals. My men's Bible study group was not quite as open-minded...
I respect that.
I'm in no fashion whatsoever a prude or a moralist - hey, I admit the concept is actually interesting! - but I'm too stern to allow myself to go to a boobies bar and enjoy it with no concern on my mind. Let's call it a personal mental barrier.
I've been a couple of times. The food wasn't particularly good, so you probably wouldn't have enjoyed the meal. Honestly, it's more like a generic restaurant than it is a strip club.