Funny thing about a group gravitating to a rotisserie setup. Like drinking around a campfire. That spinning spit is sort of an attraction. My dad had office parties in the 60's. I always wondered why the men would gather around drinking all afternoon around the grill. They would take turns basting the meat. I now know why. The hens would make fun of them.
According to food experts, the backyard rotisserie is making a comeback. It's fun.
