Let’s face it, all men can not barbecue. For some odd reason every mans claim to fame is how the meat on their ribs just fall off the bone…bullshit. Telling a ‘griller’ his ribs aren’t that tender or his steaks weren’t that juicy is pretty damn hard. Shit, sometimes it has to be said. It’s hard, but it’s fair. Some ‘grillers’ need to stick to hot dogs and hamburgers and leave the ribs and other shit for the real ‘grillers’. It’s okay if you’re just ‘hot dog man’. It doesn’t make you any less of a man. Just know that to women, the ‘griller’ is sexy.
At every cookout you go to, you see a guy grilling the meat. Sometimes, the person grilling shouldn’t be. It’s probably his house and a guy will definitely not let another guy come over and grill on his grill. That’s the same as allowing you you to sleep with his wife. If a guy let’s another guy on his grill, he condones swinging. That’s another post.
This guy is ‘The Griller’
This guy is ‘THE Griller’
A real ‘griller’ doesn’t mind revealing a few of their secrets on grilling. Note: That’s how you can spot a real ‘griller’. The ‘griller’ will tell you how they marinated their ribs in a special sauce all damn night so they could have that distinctive taste. Not only that, they will tell you that they taste so good, you don’t even need sauce. The ‘griller’ will go so far as to leaving the grill lit all night so the smoke can be ready for the next day. The ‘griller’ will aslo educate you on how to pick out good meat. By the way, real men burn the meat. If you don’t see any black on your meat; go kick the damn grill over and slap the guy on the grill, because he is not a ‘griller’.
As I write this, I’m realizing there is a difference between a guy that can grill and a guy that can barbecue. A ‘griller’ brags about his meat and a’cuer’ brags about his sauce. A ‘griller’ doesn’t give a damn how the sauce tastes because as they told you, you don’t need it. And a ‘cuer’ will not really care about the meat, because the sauce will drown out the taste of the meat. Well, I’ll be damned. I’m not rewriting this shit…you get the point.
The next time you go to a cookout, be prepared to listen to the rituals of the ‘griller’. Because, the ‘griller’ wants to tell you how they did it.