Years and years ago at my dad's store we had a tall, gaunt gentleman lumber in, take off his cowboy hat and asked to get a sirloin steak. He said an 8" sirloin steak. I went and got dad, and dad had him repeat it, which he did with a grin. Dad told him it'd cost XXX, he waived his hand, no problem. Ok, no problem with dad.. he took a new loin, whacked off the entire sirloin section, removed the aitch bone from the flat bone and showed it to him. He just grinned, nodded his head and said, "wrap it up! Perfect!" and went up front, paid for it, and drove off in his caddy. Came in every Saturday during the summer for several years, ordered the same thing. I got to know him well, and come to find out he was a Texas oilman and bought an entire island in the Thousand Islands. He'd fly up to Syracuse, have a caddy waiting for him and stop at the store on the way to the island. I asked him several times how he cooked it and he just grinned and said, "..fer a lonnnggg time.." I later got out of him that he cooked it on a smoker, not a grill...