I may or may not have recently attended a friends house for "a great BBQ mate".
Imagine my dismay when I opened my first tinny (some sort of supermarket brand) and wandered outside to be confronted with a bbq attached to a metal cylinder by a tube.
I made all the right polite noises and left as early as was socially acceptable.
During my brief visit I noticed my host had a "Cool Wall" deep fat fryer, a soda stream, and to cap it all a wire vegetable rack on wheels with old newspaper covering the shelves to stop dirt dropping off the potatos.
In hindsight a gas bbq should have been expected.
Tenuous aviation link: all those who attended an opposed Cornish Camping Trip with added bonus period at the end where you got to meet an assortment of interesting people for light chat and one way banter might like to cast their minds back; my 22 1/2" RED Weber was located in one of the rooms there. It had not survived the final domestic move and had been replaced by a mighty One Touch Plus.