in a matter of minutes. Next man chops off the legs and burns off the small pin feathers. They are then hooked to an overhead conveyer and go into a glassed in room where a lot of women disembowel them - cut them apart- wash them and they are ready for the kitchen. The complete operation in less than five minutes. We did not have chicken for dinner but rather a small dinner steak which I have checked on the menu. We had put in our reservation in about 11AM for a table for eleven and we didn't get called until after two. They page you by a loud speaker system. The salad served you first is more than you can eat and the lettuce was cut in chunks - their own salad dressing was delicious. A basket of hot rolls which kept disappearing - a small cup of soup - a jar of boysenberry jam on the table and then came the steak  large enough w/ French fries or baked potatoe and green peas. A small paper cup of mint sherbet was served with the dinner and coffee. No other desert. The dining room was Spanish style w/all kinds of Indian portraits on the wall. Our table had a sort of frond roof supported by four posts at the corners. We sat on drum heads of rawhide with low supporting back. See the picture in the Menu book