I prefer mine grilled with a little spice... Reminds me of a funny story. We were stationed in Louisiana and would routinely have a cookout every Friday for lunch. I had a great boss, but he was the nosy type when it came to lunch and always had to peek into the coolers. I guess he was deciding whether to eat lunch with us or the club. In any case, one he shows up in my office just terrified... He says to me, do you know there are rattle snakes in the coolers outside? I answered, of course that's what we're having for lunch. and added, I hope you didn't wake them... He never looked in a cooler again

Come to think of it, I don't think he ever ate lunch with us again.