Yes, roasting a chicken is very easy. But do you know what’s even easier? Buying a fresh rotisserie chicken hot from the oven. And some potatoes from the bottom of the rotisserie, where they’ve been soaking up chickeny goodness most of the day.
This picture was taken at the butcher that is closest to my apartment, but almost every butcher in town has one of these outside his shop. I do not recommend walking down the street hungry in Paris, as you will be assaulted at least every 3 minutes with the delicious aroma of roasting chickens. I believe I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating: the chickens here in France are just plain tastier than their American brethren. Chalk it up to farming practices or whatever, all I know is that I won’t touch a pre-roasted chicken in the States, and here I eat them at least twice a month. (Apologies to my American readers.)
Note the price (if you can decipher that crazy French handwriting, that is): 5 euros. The sign says 2 euros for potatoes, but sometimes they’ll just throw a handful into the bag with the chicken for free. Throw together a salad and you’ve got dinner for 2-3 people in no time, for pocket change.
Vive la France!