Oysters @ Hooters (3301 S.W. 22nd St., Ste. 104, 305.873.6163) While some of my food memories are the wholesome, fresh-baked-cookies-smell kind, most are not. (My mother is no Top Chef.) Appropriately so, one of my earliest food memories is sitting around a high-top table at a Bayside Marketplace Hooters watching my mom, aunt and several other family members guzzle down oysters and draft beer. Sure, Hooters skews more boobs and bachelors than family bonding, but for us, once the oysters rolled out, it was just like slicing into a warm apple pie.

Oysters @ Hooters (3301 S.W. 22nd St., Ste. 104, 305.873.6163)


While some of my food memories are the wholesome, fresh-baked-cookies-smell kind, most are not. (My mother is no Top Chef.) Appropriately so, one of my earliest food memories is sitting around a high-top table at a Bayside Marketplace Hooters watching my mom, aunt and several other family members guzzle down oysters and draft beer. Sure, Hooters skews more boobs and bachelors than family bonding, but for us, once the oysters rolled out, it was just like slicing into a warm apple pie.