"Bob (this one)" wrote

One time, maybe 1979 or so, sitting out back of one of my restaurants and
eating, away from the madness, guy came along and saw what I was eating
(maybe 6 or 8 feet, salt and pepper) and he asked if he could have one.
Suit and tie kinda guy, frayed a bit and not completely clean. I gave him
one and he told an amazing story about his parents coming from Russia and
how they raised and slaughtered chickens for sale and kept the feet, combs
and wattles for themselves to eat. They sold everything else. He said he
hadn't had a foot in years and he cried while we sat there, remembering.
Talked about his sister who lived in Canada, his mother who had just died
and his father who had been gone since the late 50's. We sat there and ate
the rest of the feet. I went inside to get more stuff; I wasn't hungry,
but he was. We sat out there for a good hour, eating, talking, laughing. I
had one of my guys wrap up a good package of food for him, including maybe
a dozen feet. Later, the kitchen folks said they'd dropped $25 in the bag,
too. My kitchen manager said, "And we only took $10 out of the register to
put in there." Wonderful day...

You ended my day with a big smile. Thanks for the story.

nancy