I'm sorry I haven't posted this sooner, but it sli
pped my mind until now.
A few Sundays ago in the NY Times Sunday Style section, I noticed an article about souped up, high end grills. I was on my way out of NYC to enjoy Memorial Day grilling for once in a blue moon. In some ways, I was traveling to grill. Pathetic but true.
To my horror, this article was not about celebrating the joys of grilling or the art of the Q. In fact, it highlighted for me that I am very naive about the world of food and cooking. I am not clueless enough to think that most other people share the passion for food and cooking that we do. In fact, only a few of the people I spend time with on a daily basis share this passion with me. Which is fine. To each their own.
But you can imagine my rage as I read the following on the way to a desperate attempt to have the rare chance to BBQ.
"Last fall, Dave and Allison Petrullo of Commack, N.Y., installed a
custom-built Cal Spas grill on their patio with an outdoor
refrigerator. They spent more than $100,000 renovating their backyard
with a new synthetic deck, masonry, a whirlpool and a pool waterfall,
so $6,500 more for Mr. Petrullo to have a brick sanctuary with a Cal
Spas grill as its central altar seemed like nothing. "I told him to
just go for it," Ms. Petrullo said. "And get your dream barbecue."
Though
they have actually cooked on the grill only three times since they
installed it, it has been a hit with Mr. Petrullo's friends, who
congregate around it at parties and give it a going-over like a pack of
high school boys around a Corvette, Ms. Petrullo said. "They like to
lift up the hood and play with the knobs," she said. "They open the
doors underneath, and they open the fridge next to it to check it out."
WTF?
Is this for real? Let me get this straight. They just dumped $7K so their man-child friends can come over and play with fucking knobs? What a joke. I love the picture of them above. The dude, Johnny Moneyburner, is using a big-ass fork to puncture the meat he is grilling, so all of the juices run out. Nice.
Oh, by the way. I wouldn't even trade my handy Weber pit charcoal grill for that rinky dink shit grill in the photo. The extras around the sides are cool, but that grill sucks ass. I can just see Johnny Moneyburner evaluating the decision as to whether or not to flush $7K down the toilet. "Honey this is a no brainer. Grill sucks? Check. Won't ever use it? Check. Outrageous price tag? Check. This is the grill of my dreams."
"Oh honey, you're my hero....AND WE'RE IN THE TIMES!!"