I guess I'll ad my 2c since I kinda instigated this fucking thread, but Nat, Jyms and Swigg already summed it up.

In the summer I BBQ # or 4 nights a week and twice on sunday. Literally twice on sunday. We get friends coming over all day from 2 til whenever (which sometimes makes me miss work on monday). The ability to fire up the propane and throw on another tri tip in seconds is like having the power of god compared to having to bust out the charcoal and go thru the whole painstaking process for the second or third or eighth time in a day.

I come home from work, jump in the shower, walk out in the yard with a towel on and throw on my meat (cue benny). I like to come home from work, crack a beer, sit on the patio that I built with my unmanly hands, and cook sumpin that's been kilt. I can BBQ in the rain. I can BBQ whenever I want right now, not in an hour from now.

So to sum it up, go fuck your manly charcoal, coz I like baking pastries too.