"Major Hooters. Major Bob Hooters, U.S. Air Force, at your service."

Looks like all-time-classic legendary OG breastaurant Hooters may be in trouble:

But let’s be real, have you, alive person in 2025, heard anyone mention Hooters once in conversation? Let alone know someone who’s eaten at one? The restaurant isn’t even a cultural punchline anymore, because it simply doesn’t feel like a part of modern culture. It’s a souvenir from a time when men got all hot in their pants for bikini car washes and Jennifer Love Hewitt. A joke in movies from the era when Katy Perry still sang about various things being “so gay.” It’s where George W. Bush went to get a sad cheeseburger after vainly declaring “Mission Accomplished.” (I don’t think this is true, but it feels true in my heart.) It's a symbol of feminist horror from the 90s, when the most offensive thing a man could do is burp like Homer Simpson and insist on ogling cleavage and NASCAR rallies in equal parts.

My second-favorite things about Hooters will always be a coupla years ago when I discovered they have a kid's menu.