When we lived in Arizona, very often you would, 1st. smell amazing smells, when you got to the next intersection there it was. Either 1/2 chickens or tri-tip. They had a charcoal fire ( Santa Maria grill, big though) and they had the racks cranked all the way up. They were loaded with either one and slowly they would lower them. The smell, especially the chicken was incredible. My barber shop (back when I had hair) was in a big strip mall in Mesa. Haircut, Bloody Mary a few doors down and some chicken. Oh man it was great.
Oh, that smell. It's all chicken around here, but it's so great. Unfortunately here, often times, the smell is much greater than the chicken.
Most that you see around here are cooked on something resembling this
A charcoal grill with plenty of clearance between coals and product.
