I did indeed have the wings. Very tasty.
We had a Hooters in Birmingham a few years ago. I'm assuming its demise was based on their inability to find hawt bewbylicious English gurlz. Let's face it, apart from Liz Hurley, most are fugly, or have a chest like an ironing board, or they have six tits.
I've been doing some of the kulcher vulcher stuff and basically soaking up the hospitality. Highlights include a charming 6th Birthday Party, driving DF's Mustang GT (All I need to do now is find the other steering wheel - you know, the one that controls the rear wheels), and seeing countryside that's almost alien to me.
Back home I know the names of most trees (70 WE Dr00d LFG) and here I only recognise Oaks and Maples.
The most striking feature is the warmth of the welcome I've had everywhere I've been.
Nice folks, these Okies.
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"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve