The hill I will die on: The barbecue is fundamentally unenjoyable. Please, put a lid on it

“I f you’re invited to a barbecue, have your dinner before you go.” It is the wisest advice my dad has ever given me. Barbecues are one of life’s perennial disappointments. The romance of eating outside quickly degenerates into a recipe for mucky fingers, smelly clothes and more mess than you bargai...

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