European Department Stores (Are Very American) & When They Say it's Half A Chicken.... It's Actually Half Of A Language Barrier

So, there's a Street that's about a block from my house and my housemate and I decided to explore it today. It's rather large (wide and long) and it has so many stores (3 Zaras within 4 blocks).

I'll look at least 30% more European now...

It's here that I experienced my first European department store. Kind of disappointing. It's basically any ordinary department store.
Granted, this one was 9 floors (thought there were only 5 at first) and every floor is huge. I could literally buy a scooter, a kiwi, laundry detergent, a saxophone, and insurance all in the same building. (This place would make any "respectable" Wal-Mart cry.) Aside from it's immense size, it was just an overpriced Macy's. (Except for their scarfs, which I totally bought one of.)

Also, don't get the wrong idea. This place was more clothes than everyday goods. Probably 5 floors of clothes. 1 floor of food. 1 of everyday items. 1 of nicknacks. And the top floor had a huge restaurant and a cafe.

Afterwards, went out for an awkwardly timed lunch, at 3ish, and I ordered "half of a chicken breast" which was fairly cheap, so I assumed that it wouldn't be too much...
I was wrong on new levels.
They gave me half of a chicken. Seriously. Half of a chicken. Like bones and everything. Quite literally half of a chicken. It would have been significantly funnier, but it was startling.  This chicken was the sole embodiment of "shock & awe". I'm really angry that I didn't take a picture because there's no way that anyone is going to have the same "half of a chicken" in their mind.

Just for the record. It was half of a chicken. Which is quite large, and a fair amount of food.

For say... 3 people.