My older sister Debbie worked at the Burger Chef in my home town back in the 70s. I'd forgotten all about this until one dusty Saturday afternoon in the late 80s...I'd run across a huge stash of vintage local newspapers in a backroom of the office my father-in-law shared with a real estate agent friend. Leafing through one from 1974, I spotted a bizarre ad for the local Burger Chef: "Come See Our Girls In Hot Pants!", it blared, over a picture of the restaurant with a line of girls in hot pants and Burger Chef tops lined up, Rockettes-style, in front of it. Apparently our local Burger Chef was a low-rent smalltown precursor to Hooters! It got even weirder when I spotted my bemused-looking posthippie sister in the line-up, staring back at me from 1974...
My older sister Debbie worked at the Burger Chef in my home town back in the 70s. I'd forgotten all about this until one dusty Saturday afternoon in the late 80s...I'd run across a huge stash of vintage local newspapers in a backroom of the office my father-in-law shared with a real estate agent friend. Leafing through one from 1974, I spotted a bizarre ad for the local Burger Chef: "Come See Our Girls In Hot Pants!", it blared, over a picture of the restaurant with a line of girls in hot pants and Burger Chef tops lined up, Rockettes-style, in front of it. Apparently our local Burger Chef was a low-rent smalltown precursor to Hooters! It got even weirder when I spotted my bemused-looking posthippie sister in the line-up, staring back at me from 1974...
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