Chicken stories part 1

Denny's was a favorite late night highschool haunt (the drunk stranger quarter incident happened in a Denny's). The air was always thick with sexuality and disdain, the tables always sticky with syrup and the chicken quesadilas brimming with beaks. Liz (my best friend) hates breakfast. Her typical breakfast is a Coke and a cigarette. On days she feels hungry she'll order a cat pie at the local Wally world snack bar. Naturally she snubs Denny's rocking breakfast fair for it's substandard attempts at lunch and dinner items. She just wanted to know if the chicken was light or dark meat.... Our waiter's first second nor 23rd language was English so Liz's inquiry was rather perplexing to him... He just responded with "the whole chicken" We started giggling in our 16 yr old way and started quizzing him... "So everything? Do you pluck them first? " To which he would just respond "the whole chicken!" ... "So the beaks and feet and everything?"... "The whole chicken!"... Well I can tell ya the dude wasn't lying. Liz dug into her meal and I into my delightful pile of pillowy scrambled eggs and hash brownie goodness. I ate about half of my plateful before discovering it... It was scaly and curled... OMG a chicken foot! We called the manager who picked it up and flung it into the kitchen "that was just an overcooked french fry .... Really".... WTF? Why would he fling an overcooked french fry over the partition and into the kitchen - oh I know cause it was really a CHICKENFOOT! EWWWWWWWWWW! Even suckier - we didn't get comped anything! No free meal, no discount even! So NEVER ask what part of the chicken they use.. I think the waiter wanted us to know he was serious....
"the whole chicken!"