I’d rather have my steak cooked on a propane grill not hot enough, weakly seasoned, with charred grill marks and elsewhere grey, slightly overcooked, select-cut sirloin, all while cooked with love by me and my bros having a quality time, instead of a perfectly cooked prime ribeye on charcoal blazing at 1000 degrees to acquire a rich golden maillard, and have it be grilled by some pretentious joyless idiot like pic related.