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Nothing goes with a good game of tackle football like breasts. And wings. Yeah, we’re talking about chicken here. So what better place to watch Monday Night Football than at every male chauvinist’s favorite chicken hub, Hooters. Yes, Hooters: home to scantily clad waitresses in tit-enhancing tank tops, endless rivers of beer, and flat-screen TVs broadcasting the big game. Why not bring a friend along to ogle the D-cups while you munch on a spicy thigh? Hey, this kind of behavior is de rigeur at the end of an empire. Just remember one thing: Some of the women you’re objectifying could be someone’s totally stacked mother. So be nice. Happy Hour is from 3 to 6 p.m. and includes 50 percent discounts off appetizers.
Mondays, 5:30 p.m. Starts: Nov. 3. Continues through Dec. 31, 2008