Unexpectedly grilled the best steaks of my life back in December in the pouring rain, used a pizza box as an umbrella. They did get a slight char but I was able to move them around enough so I didn’t get any dreaded grey rings (but one bottom half of one steak I was obligated to cook to medium well for my grandmother bless her heart). I will likely never repeat this in my life. Believe me when I say they were wall to wall medium rare and juicy as could be. The inside indeed looks as good as the outside, fat rendered perfectly, even if a section was going on medium it didn’t matter in terms of texture tenderness or taste. All I did was dry them very well, salt pepper and oil both sides, slap on a 700 degree grill and flip til I got the crust I needed. Only took about 6-7 minutes total or so, both sides were perfect. My only regret was not taking a photo of the money shot, time was of the essence, my primal brain kicked in and forced me to eat it immediately and let my tongue do the admiring instead of the eyes. Anyway, I have a dream now and then about these steaks which prompted me here.