The mention of chicken got my attention.
I love me some chicken. Fried chicken, in particular. My mom could fry some chicken, too. I loved her fried chicken.
When I was in Naples, Italy, I lived in an area called Lago Patria. It was north of Naples and a bit resort-ish inasmuch as folks had apartments or houses there that they would occupy in the summer, but would return to the city in the fall. But there were lots of nice places to shop and eat all year long.
It was there, on the main Lago Patria strand that I discovered a roadside rotisserie. It was not as big as a food truck, but it was large enough to have a rotisserie feature that let them roast up to ten chickens at a time. The chickens were spatchcocked and seasoned to perfection. All I had to do was pull over, pull out a 5,000 Lire note (which at the time had a value of about $7) and take my chicken home. Boy was that good chicken!!! My cats loved it, too!