Meat cooked outside tastes good. It's undeniable. More than this it's so deeply satisfying, just so right, that we can barely find words to describe the pleasure it brings. To crouch over a smokey fire while the flesh of some unfortunate creature you've hunted down at the butcher shop is blackening on the grill is to live life to the full. The smell, the sight of it, the anticipation.
You've sent out an smoke signal to the neighbours that is every bit as good as Tarzan beating his chest and bellowing “Meat! Meat! Once more I have provided meat for my family!”