Would it going to be some new frufru eatery, I wondered.
“Don’t worry, ride with us, you’ll like it,” they promised.
So far—so good—or was it?
Why were we heading south on I-35 all the way to Olathe? I was soon to find out. They turned off at 119th Street and headed a skip-and-a-hop east where a rugged looking outdoorsman like building awaited.
TWIN PEAKS, the sign read.
The lunch crowd – a gaggle of mostly dudes – was streaming into the place, not a Birkenstock in the bunch. Whereupon the hostess desk and beyond became a feast for weary eyes, with servers dressed deliciously naughty.
You know, the Britney Spears school girl look.
As the joint’s advertising suggests, “We’re not just a pretty face.” This place is Hooters on steroids, with every seat providing a knockout view.
Almost forgot about the food.
It’s actually good with large servings – a bit pricey – but hey, the ticket includes that lovely feast for the eyes.
I ordered ribeye pot roast. Delicious and a generous serving to boot. A buddy went for the chicken fried steak delivered on a huge platter to fit the size of the damn thing. All he could handle was about half of the entree, taking the rest home.
Trophy trout, flat iron steak, spicy chipotle chicken, green chili meatloaf and topped off with fried pickle baskets were just some of the offerings suggested by the tempting Twin Peaks Girls—who also pitch their Twin Peaks calendars.
What about dessert, who doesn’t want a happy ending to their lunch?
No thanks, I had mine visually.
Turns out the Twin Peaks concept was more-or-less created by a former Hooters exec. Fancy that. Hooters supposedly sued him for taking company secrets with him.
Since when did T&A become a “company secret?”
Helloooooo, a franchised Breasteraunt not unlike the Tilted Kilt Pub & Eatery, a Scottish themed dude magnet and Heart Attack Grill, where if you weigh more than 350 poiunds you eat free!
Then again, we’re not supposed to use the term Breasteraunt anymore, because it’s now a registered trademark of Bikini’s Sports Bar & Grill.
For my money, Twin Peaks makes my last experience at Hooters seem tacky by comparison.
Surprisingly our packed lunch crowd included scores of women who apparently were also taking in the culinary offerings—and probably the decorative delights as well.
Twin Peak’s Olathe location is the first franchise in the area. Based on the crowd I saw at the place, more will surely pop up in the metroplex.
It was already the third such visit to the place for the guys who dragged me there.
As Twin Peaks website suggests, “Remember, you’re the man. So get up here and enjoy the scenery at Twin Peaks.”
Explaining it to your wife or girlfriend may be another story.