Alas, no more. Daly is still coming to town, but it will be more like a fleeting roadshow than a pilgrimage. Hooters on Washington Road, the neon-lit thoroughfare that stretches before and from the National in the manner of Nirvana being encircled by Disneyland, has been demolished and, yes, turned into yet another a Masters car park.
It would be easy to blame the club, which has been gobbling up nearby real estate with incredible haste and finance for decades, but this has been all to do with a wave of Hooters going bankrupt in the United States.
Who would have guessed? It seemed like a cast-iron and eternal business plan – cheap chicken wings, beers, live sport and scantily clad waitresses. However, everything has a lifespan and Gen Z has blessedly triggered the final countdown.
For one week a year, this particular franchise was a goldmine. For the other 51, it was an anachronism. The time was up. And the lease was ripped up.
Yet while many found and still find the concept repulsive, Hooters stood for something more in Augusta, particularly at the start of every April. Beasley describes why, in poignant fashion.
“Masters week was a full-on seasonal economy and a cultural takeover and still is,” she tells Telegraph Sport. “We kids worked at the tournament if we could get taken on. Others worked in the rental houses hosting patrons and player entourages. Every family basically built their year around that one week. It was handshake deals, word of mouth, repeat guests coming back like clockwork.