I guess I was hungry last night. First, I dreamed about ordering pizza, then I ended up at a table with lots of meat:

Now I'm at the table serving myself. The first platter has strips of what looks to be roasted pork; I get some. The next platter seems to have the same dish, but instead of being nicely cut, this one is just kind of pulled apart. I grab a hunk. On the other side of the table, the platters have chicken, and they weren't cut up at all; instead, they have a carving knife and big fork on each platter, ready to cut however you want it. The left-hand chicken has already had nearly all the breast meat cut off. The right-hand chicken has a little more breast meat, but not by much. Neither one has had the dark meat touched yet.