Well, we got down to OKC for Week 4 late Monday afternoon and we began to filibuster about what establishment should be graced with our presence. After letting the council head (he's from New York) know that I had never been to a Hooter's and that I was unable to finance such a venture, he agreed to cover the whole tab. I've been in a lot of fine places in my life and I've got to say that a place that has waitresses showing lots of cleavage front and rear rocks. Our server in question, Leisha, who turns out to be from our neck of the woods was a real hottie, dropped somewhere around a 9 out of 10 on the hottie scale was working her butt off for us. As for the drinks and food, the drinks themselves was more than adequate to quench our thirst. Myself, I indulged in 1.75 Big Daddy sized mugs of Mr. Adams' finest. The food though was another story. Since we were looking Day 3 of Firearms in the face, I planned on taking it light, but after the arrival of our wings, slathered with the medium sauce, my light dinner turned into a supper flyweight meal. I don't know about y'all, but medium spice tells this white boy well versed in the cuinary cuisine of Mexico that most white boys can handle it. Was I wrong............ I could taste the sauce while the wings were still a good 4 inches from my mouth and of course I was hungry and needed sustinence, I had to dive in. After four wings, I had to scream "No Mas" while drowning myself with cold Sam Adams to quell the nuclear explosion that was happening in my mouth. All in all though, the service was great, the refreshments were adequately chilled and all around a great time.