I bought my grille at Lowes.
It's a Char-Broil.
Two burner thing, didn't cost me a hundred bucks.
I figure if I still suck at this after a year, I'm not out that much money.
The adventure started when I tried to take the thing home.
Lowes offered to put the thing together for me.
If I wanted to wait three days.
I didn't.
It just so happened that my model was also out on the flat, chained up with a bunch of other grilles on display.
I opted to take one of them with me.
Until I opened my trunk.
I drive a Saturn sedan.
Oops.
Unbolt the grille from the cart.
Put the grille on the back seat.
Oops.
Detach the wheels from the cart.
Unbolt the base legs from the upper legs.
Oops.
I hadn't counted on the wings.
The side trays were permanently attached.
Unbolt the brackets supporting the wi--
Duh.
I'm buying an assembled grille because I don't want to put one together.
Right now my car looks like a parts-pile.
The sales guy knew where I was going before I started pulling the pieces of the pre-assembled grille out of my car.
"The box is a lot smaller," he said. "I'll have one brought out for you."
The box fit on the back seat, with room for Little Boy.
For a couple of hours, my front porch looked like a construction zone.
But the grille went together really easy.
The fasteners--and there were a bunch of them-- were all together on one card, with clear identification on the back of each blister.
And the identification on the card matched the naming in the assembly instructions.
I tested the thing today, attaching Little Boy and then firing up the grille after a leak test.
Blue flame all around the burners.
Elation.
Bring on the hot dogs.
What, I'm going to risk steak at this stage of my grilling career?