Review of Hooters Baja Burger – USA
What they say:
Served on a brioche bun, topped with melted pepper jack cheese, chunky guacamole and pico de gallo.
My goodness, I hate this job sometimes. Burger Lad® gives me all the difficult assignments and the pension scheme isn’t all that great.
So, I’m sitting quite happily eating my breakfast beside the pool when the Burger Phone rings. “I’ve got an assignment for you”, says the Boss. “I need you to get to Hooters pronto, and review their Baja Burger.”
“Oh, do I have to?” Burgers, beer and extremely attractive scantily clad waitresses. It just doesn’t sound appealing at all.
So, up I get and tab it five miles down the road to Tempe. Despite the 90 minute walk, I arrived early, so waited around for a bit. At 11 o’clock on the dot I headed for the door. Or where I thought the door ought to be. I couldn’t find it. So I walk round and round like a complete willy for ages looking for this mysterious place.
Eventually I give up and turn to Google. Google reliably informs me that this branch closed just a couple of weeks ago. How annoying.
So up I get and tab it several more miles into Phoenix city centre where, having checked Google, there’s a branch that’s actually open. In the old days before Google, I’d have had to ask somebody on the street.
|Outside Hooters in Phoenix…|
I arrive slap bang in the middle of lunchtime and it is rather busy. Unsurprisingly the vast majority of customers are middle-aged men. Go figure, as they’d say here.
I’m shown to my table by one of the aforementioned extremely attractive scantily clad waitresses. Like Whataburger, the corporate colour is orange.
This orange however, is displayed most prominently on shorts positioned at the top of several pairs of rather nice human thighs.
So, severely distracted, I ordered my Baja burger. It’s brioche, patty, guacamole and pico de gallo. The lovely waitress told me it’s cooked well done, is that OK? Well, no, given a choice it’s not. Could I have it medium to well done please? No problem.
It either arrived pretty quickly or my waiting time spent looking around passed more quickly than normal, and was presented with a large amount of curly fries.
|Baja Burger complete with sharp knife…|
The brioche looked and felt great. Soft and warm, and nice and shiny. It was a great, well-chosen bum. I mean bun. Buns. Hooters. Goodness me, this place is distracting. Concentrate Admiral, you’re a professional.
Inside the bun was an excellent pair of breasts, I mean hooters. Patty. A nice thick patty. Beef. Concentrate!
|Hooters Baja Burger…|
The beef patty was thick and looked nice and juicy and was slightly pink in the middle. On top of it, there was lots of green and red. It was very runny. Not a strong taste, but a really nice one. The beef was surprisingly good, and I thought it might have been spoiled had I accepted it cooked well done.
Actually that’s not what I was thinking at all. What I was thinking can’t be printed. It wasn’t about burgers. Dear me, this is the hardest (oo-er) review I’ve ever had to do.
The burger was good. Certainly more expensive than fast food offerings but this is a sit down table service place, and justifiable.
|Lifting the lid…|
I’m afraid Hooters might be seen as a gimmicky place for obvious reasons, and to a certain extent it is. But it’s also a good place for a beer, and in actual fact they’ve put in a really very good burger.
Properly good. Fantastic buns, amazing thighs and lovely, juicy and tasty.
Oh, damn it I can’t concentrate on the food anymore. It’s really good. You’ll just have to go and try it for yourselves. Maybe you’ll be able to pay attention better than I could!
|Carry On Reviewing…|