Every thursday, outside this little boulangerie near our house, a red and white-striped cart pulls up. A plump, golden chicken, roasted to perfection (well as perfect as plastic can be) sits on the roof, drumsticks pointing skywards. I saw this strange contraption for weeks and then I finally gave in and bought myself a roti poulet on an evening when I hadn't had time to cook.
Oh...My....God....it's delicious and I am totally hooked. So much so that I now have a Grand Delice Poulet (the name of the cart) card, with stamps on it. Once I have ten stamps I get a free chicken. Mmmmmmm....it's tender, moist, succulent, fragrant with some mystery herbs. I am not a big chicken person but this is to die for.
Just had to share.