Those fortunate enough to have traveled abroad during their youthful years will likely recall an inebriated escapade in foreign lands when they first stumbled upon a nondescript storefront prominently displaying a vertical rotisserie in the window. Mine was in the summer of 2007 in Lyon, France, one late Tuesday night after a Rolling Stones concert. I had nearly lost all hope of satisfying a hunger fueled by what must have been two dozen lukewarm Kronenbourg drafts, until suddenly appeared a ...