The Final Word On Dieting And Hooter's Wings!

People find my blog every single day by doing a search for "hooters wings weight watchers points" or some version of those words. Why? Because I've blogged about Hooters Wings and Weight Watchers... DUH!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again...

If you're on any kind of weight loss diet - Weight Watchers or ANY other diet - you WILL NOT lose weight if you eat Hooters Wings. If you convince yourself that you will, you're just lying to yourself, and... that's not good.

Here's the proof:

This past Saturday evening, we had a long-overdue birthday dinner for the Switzerland-base, British Dr. John. Since we were the ones who introduced the Dr. John family to Hooters Wings at the Hooters in Norfolk, VA last summer - where Dr. John labeled them at the restaurant (in an embarrassingly loud voice) as being "Maaaaahhhvelous!" - we thought we would surprise him, along with Dr. Rammy, by making them some homemade Hooters wings for his belated birthday dinner.

I did a quick internet search for Hooters wings recipes, found a few suitable recipes, and picked out the one that I thought was the best.

If you look at the recipe, you'll find that not only are the wings breaded and deep fried, but...

AFTER REMOVING THE WINGS FROM THE FRYER, THEY ARE TOSSED IN A COMBINATION OF A 1/2 CUP OF BUTTER AND A 1/2 CUP OF HOT SAUCE!!!!

Let's see now: deep fried wings tossed in butter before serving? Ummmm... you're not going to lose weight eating those. Nope... you're just not! But... just in case you do. You'd better head to the doctor to have your thyroid checked!

Anyway... they ARE evil! But... they sure are good!!!

The Bug Doctor

Our old neighbor, entomologist/"bug doctor" Dr. John (not to be confused with the current, neuroscientist Dr. John) came into Basel on business for one night, and one night only. I hadn't seen him since I met him in Amsterdam nearly three years ago, and Mrs. TBF hadn't seen him in about four years.

John the Bug Doctor and his family moved from Basel back to the U.S. about five years ago. Except for the fact that Mrs. TBF and I are both significantly lighter than we were back then, we live in a new apartment, and Dr. John has a new hip (modeling his scar here with our friend Dr. - of chemical engineering - Andy), it seemed just like old times when we got together.

Sure, Dr. John still refuses to stop living in the glory days of the 60s and 90s Packers (face it...Favre is gone and NOT coming back!), but that didn't stop us from having a nice dinner, drinking a few beers, and talking about things past, present, and future.

He has another trip to Basel scheduled for the end of the year.

Double Dr. John Party?

Dear Dr. John:

I have this friend named Dr. John. He used to live right down the street from us in Reinach a few years back. This Dr. John is not to be confused with the other Dr. John who currently lives a couple of kilometers from us. The Dr. John I'm writing about today is American, and he's a doctor of entomology. The other Dr. John is British, and he's a doctor of neuroscience...I think (we know a lot of doctors and I get their fields of study confused).

American Dr. John grew up in Wisconsin, and that means he grew up as a Green Bay Packers fan. I grew up in Chicago, and that would make me a Chicago Bears fan. Up until this past weekend, the Packers were 4 - 0, and the Bears were 1 - 3 (got off to a slow start). Of course, I was man enough to call Dr. John just over a week ago to congratulate him on the Packers' surprisingly good start even though, as a Bears fan, I loathe the Packers with every fiber in my body.

This past Sunday night, the Bears traveled up to Green Bay to face Brett Favre and the Packers, and...you guessed it...THE BEARS HUMILIATED THE PACKERS ON THEIR HOME FIELD.

Oh...I'm happy. I'M VERY HAPPY!!! The only thing (along with defiling Brett Favre and gloating) that will make me happier is if the Bears beat the Packers again when they meet in Chicago later this season. Who cares about the Super Bowl? As far as I'm concerned, beating the Packers is my Super Bowl.

American Dr. John (who once saw Brett Favre at a bar eating a burger and fries, waited for him to leave, then went and sat in his seat and ate his leftover fries) has been uncharacteristically silent...

I'm sure that some Wisconsinites with big foreheads and bad mustaches will try to get their husbands to try to beat me up with their stupid cheesehead hats...and that's OK. You know where to find me...

I live in Basel, Switzerland...

That's in Europe...

Just ask a person from Illinois to show you where Europe is on a map!

Updated later (8:30 p.m.)

Here's what American Dr. John wrote in an e-mail:

Oh, that is sooooooo wrong.

I still can't figure out how to post comments at your blog - please send directions, because I need to defend myself in front of the blog community.