Growing up, many perfectly fine steaks were turned into leather at our house thanks to my Dad's grilling. He would have been a great Cajun chef because everything that came off the grill was blackened: chicken, ribs, steak & even hot dogs.
It wasn't until I got my first Weber that I realized there was a different grilling world out there. Please select my Dad. No piece of meat deserves the Black Death at the hand of my Dad.