For those of you sitting at Hooters, overwhelmed by the atmosphere, and feeling pressured to live up to their code of conduct and high expectations of you, look no further than Bikini's. Here, the only thing more plentiful than bros and tramp stamps are the middle-aged perverts parked at the bar. Sketchy men of all ages can bond over being so drunk that they can’t tell whether they are dry humping an underage-looking bikini-clad waitress, or one of the life sized Maxim posters adorning the walls. We have the suspicion that this entire establishment is an elaborate set up for the TV show How to Catch a Predator. If you want to assume that risk just to drink among the taut females, be our guest.