In honor of the 7,349 barbecues I'm scheduled to attend over the next few days, I would just like to state that the Weber grill is the poor man's volcano. So if anyone would like to skip all the patriotic hoo-ha and fly out to Lanzarote, just say the word. I'm thinking some pollo and churrasco and maybe a chorizo or two, cooked over geothermic heat. It's not that I have anything against patriotic hoo-ha; I just think El Diablo restaurant (inside Timanfaya National Park; admission 8 Euros) could kick your BBQ's ass, since its grill is liquid hot magma. Keep up with the Joneses, por favor.
Real barbecue.
In honor of the 7,349 barbecues I'm scheduled to attend over the next few days, I would just like to state that the Weber grill is the poor man's volcano. So if anyone would like to skip all the patriotic hoo-ha and fly out to Lanzarote, just say the word. I'm thinking some pollo and churrasco and maybe a chorizo or two, cooked over geothermic heat. It's not that I have anything against patriotic hoo-ha; I just think El Diablo restaurant (inside Timanfaya National Park; admission 8 Euros) could kick your BBQ's ass, since its grill is liquid hot magma. Keep up with the Joneses, por favor.
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