Nothin’ a steak and beer can’t cure
There’s a reason why people are so captivated by food.
Nothing else feeds the soul quite like it.
The collusion of art and science behind a charcoal grill. Just 300 degree celsius and you. No rules. No pan. Fork the pre-set timer. Just pure gut. Every meat. Every grill. Never one the same. The white-hot heat of the charcoal sears the meat, caramelising the exterior, leaving the insides tender and smoky.
Oh and that smell. Dude, the smell.
If it isn’t love, i don’t know what is.