Rue Mouffetard, Paris, February 2008.
But my waistline doesn’t. That’s gorgeously plump chicken slow cooking and dripping its fat onto a pile of potatoes in a roasting tray. All open air, which wouldn’t happen here in the States. But dang. The smell wasn’t just suggestive, it made unseemly demands of me. And I obeyed. Oh, I obeyed.
March 26, 2008 at 11:53 pm
Last time I visited Rue Mouffetard I took a picture of one of those awesome chicken roasters with the fat dripping onto the potatoes, too! Quite a beautiful sight to behold…
March 27, 2008 at 7:56 am
They are just so impressive to me. I saw another one in another neighborhood later in the week with slowly roasting pork. The scent was so alluring.
November 1, 2008 at 5:15 pm
My God, this has to be the best photo of a rotisserie française I have ever seen. It’s so perfect, I’d swear you had a stylist. I know this exact spot and I would give anything for one of those poulets, pommes de terres and un peu de jus!