Hooters, Washington, D.C.

Robert made me go to Hooter's in Chinatown, where he had a plate of drippy, messy chicken wings that got orange tabasco sauce stains all over his face and a bacon blue cheese burger. I got a bowl of New England style clam chowder and a fried chicken, bacon, and cheddar cheese salad they called a "Cobb salad." Robert, of course, loved his food—he always gushes about the chicken wings and burgers—but I'm always impressed with the mediocrity of the food. We had a nice, efficient waitress, though, which isn't the usual case at Hooter's.