It's a license to grill. A license to grill anything. The Weber Covered way.
You know, we always call eachother Grillfellas. Like, you say to somebody: "You're gonna like this guy; he's all right. He's a Grillfella. He's one of us." You understand? We are Grillfellas, Weberguys!
Those poor goody good shmucks who cooked on rusty no-name fire boxes and open Braziers and worried about dried meat, burns and scorching their food were dead!
It is a glorious time and the grillfellas are everywhere! We've got a "guy" or a "gal" in almost every part of the country including our overseas connection.
When the posers mess with us, or if we see something we've got to have, or get the urge to pull a job, this comes to mind.
http://youtu.be/z49xZ7VcfqE