Rotisserie Chicken

There is a little old man who parks his truck on one of the street corners near my place and opens up the back to reveal a chicken rotisserie. At least I think it is chicken. It smells delicious whenever I walk by. However, the only times I see him there are when I am either carrying something, or when I have already eaten dinner. It is my goal to catch him on a night where I can actually purchase and enjoy a chicken cooked in the back of a truck.