hooters! hooters! hoooooooters!

I got done packing and learning Portuguese in surprisingly good time last night so I decided to hop onto the trip to Hooters that had been planned. We drove out to the Arden Mall area and my stomach sank when I saw the multitudes camped out in the parking lot. The "lady" at the front told us it would be 45 minutes. I've been to Hooters before, and I do like the chicken, but it's certainly not worth waiting 45 minutes for. I also started getting stressed out at the crowd that was there. I was trying to relate this to DB later, and I said there were "horrible people" there. DB asked me to clarify and D.P. quickly interjected "I think she means 'normal Americans'". When I'm around dudes like that I always think they're going to start making fun of me. Grace was very irritated upon encountering the hooter's slogan that's printed on the back of all the ladies tankers. It's "delightfully tacky, yet unrefined". These words are synonyms, so using "yet" makes no sense whatsoever.

To make a long boring story short, we went to Maaloufs instead and every single thing we ordered was great. Paul got the baked kibbee lunch which has sort of a kibbee loaf rather than the deep-fried balls (yum) that are in the sandwich. The loaf tasted great. He also got a nasty yogurt drink but then turned up his nose at the Best Dessert In The World. What a weirdo. It was funny that we ended up there, because in a couple of days he will be in Armenia and this kind of food is all he's going to be able to get for a couple of weeks. But it is one of the best types of cuisine in the world, so how could you get sick of it?