My dad inherited a weber grill when my grandmother passed away. For years he has dragged that grill from house to house with us, from the mountains to the beach. Sure, there were the nights where things caught on fire and we ate Mac n cheese; but none the less, years later I buy steaks for him to grill rather than eating at a restaurant.
Today my dad brought me that weber bbq for me to use. I christened the grill with 2 ribeye steaks and potatos.
Tomorrow... Shrimp and salmon!
My dad lives to grill ... and now, so do I.