Okay, mind association-game time. If I say “Twin Peaks,” what immediately leaps to mind? Poor, murdered Laura Palmer, earnest Special Agent Dale Cooper, lumberjacks, log ladies and one-armed men, right? Oh, and Hooters, of course.
That’s right, I said Hooters, in all its scantily-clad-waitress-hiring, chicken-wing-serving glory. You see, Hooters of America has got its lingerie all in a bunch over a rival chain of “Twin Peaks” restaurants. (Their slogan? “Eats, Drinks, Scenic Views.” You can’t make this stuff up, people; not even David Lynch is that good.) The Twin Peaks business model, apparently, involves scantily-clad waitresses serving chicken wings in a mountain-themed restaurant. Hooters claims that when a former executive left Hooterville to join Twin Peaks-operator La Cima Restaurants (yep, as in “mountain top”), he took with him a stash of highly confidential, sensitive Hooters business data that La Cima then used to create the Twin Peaks restaurant model. A nasty B-cup battle is now brewing (ok, maybe a D cup, but I’m all about the alliteration) in Georgia federal court over this purported trade secret violation.
Call me crazy, but for something to be a trade secret, doesn’t it need to be, um, secret? Seriously, is there anyone over 18 on the planet who doesn’t know the “secret” to Hooters’ success? We’re not talking about the formula to Coke here. Does “boobs and beer” qualify as a highly classified trade secret these days? (Victoria may beg to differ, but what does she know?) Continue reading the full story . . . »