When lamb was not duck and duck was not chicken.

Birthday meal for my son in law. A new restaurant to us and alarm bells did start to ring when they had no Canada Dry and suggested ginger beer to go with whisky. We had ordered 2 lamb and 3 chicken. A waitress arrived with duck. No, we hadn't ordered duck. Another waitress arrived with 2 lamb and told us it was the other 2 duck. Now the picture is a bit out of focus, but if I ever met a duck with a leg that big I'd be beating a hasty retreat! Chicken eventually appeared by which time I'd decided that the 17 in the name was more likely to be the waitress' IQ than the number in the street.