breastaurants

How much do I love new hip words?

Well, apparently enough to blog about the recession-proof success of "breastaurants" -- you know, eateries with scantily clad female servers. Hooters leads the pack.

Read about breastaurants' popularity here.

Not only do I love Hooters -- namely the cocktails -- but I've also always dreamed about eating at Hawaiian Tropic Zone in Las Vegas. You know the scene: a big bar and waitresses in bikinis.

How did I learn to accept this sort of behavior? The moment my grandma started cashing in on the senior lunch special at a Hooters in downtown Chicago.

Breastaurants: Guilty pleasure or just guilty?

(via Lemondrop)