this little joint in town made the best rotisserie chickens ever, but they only roasted up about ten a day, and if you didn't get your name on their list by 11:30, no pollo for you! So on Thanksgiving I finally asserted myself and got our name on the list. We thought maybe the villagers would frown upon my aggressive-American stance, but quite to the contrary I think we earned their respect. and man, was it a good chicken! came with roast potatoes too.