Whole cuts. Open flame.
No shortcuts.
Hand-spiced lamb and chicken turning on vertical spits above live charcoal — the way it's always been done.
Every wrap has a lineage.
A spice blend written once, never changed.
Sumac, Aleppo pepper, dried wild thyme, cumin toasted in a dry pan, and a ratio of fat-to-lean that took three years to settle. The original notes live on a piece of folded paper in a tin box — stained, barely legible, completely non-negotiable. Every batch of marinade starts there.
Named farms. Whole carcasses. Nothing in between.
Lamb from Cwm Farm in the Shropshire hills — grass-fed, slow-grown, collected whole. Chicken from Hereford, free-range, broken down at 5am on the day. No pre-portioned packs, no unnamed suppliers. We know what we're working with because we were there when it was weighed.
Six hours between raw and ready.
Marinated overnight, skewered by hand, loaded onto the spit before dawn. The charcoal takes an hour to reach temperature — no shortcuts, no gas assist. The outer crust chars and crisps while the core stays moist. After six hours, the fat has rendered completely down into the tray below and the edges have gone black at the tips.
Hatch open. Queue forming. Come and get it.
A converted horse trailer with a custom-built charcoal rig, a flatbread griddle, and a cold shelf for the pickled turnip. We park at crossroads and market squares, open the hatch at dusk, and stay until the spit is empty. No booking required for a wrap. Just follow the smoke.
Book the van.
Feed three hundred.
We've fed festival crowds, wedding guests, and corporate away-days. The van arrives self-contained — charcoal, spit, flatbread griddle, all of it. You handle the guests; we handle the smoke.
Direct enquiries
book@spitvan.co.uk
