High temp paint O/T
04-19-2005, 05:44 PM
#3
Addic
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i work at a hardware store, you can get high temp BBQ paint at ACE hardware. but its for the outside of the grill, not the part you cook on.
dont paint that.
period. and even if you did, and you didnt get sick, or eat burgers that taste like paint, you would end up scraping it off when you went to clean your grill with the wire brush/scraper thingy
dont paint that.
period. and even if you did, and you didnt get sick, or eat burgers that taste like paint, you would end up scraping it off when you went to clean your grill with the wire brush/scraper thingy
04-19-2005, 10:27 PM
#7
Drifting
maybe he wants to cook for a 944 gtg! i woulkd think that the lighter fluid would strip the paint off of it. i know it says that it is gas resistant...its really not. i painted a carburetor with high temp paint before.
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04-20-2005, 10:01 AM
#9
Race Director
Sherwin Williams sucks.
Yeah, I will echo the "don't paint it" comments. Hi-Temp BBQ paint is not approved for usage where in direct contact with food. Very few paints are.
Replace the grill if it is a chromed unit that is rusting.
If it is a cast-iron grill, scour with wadded-up aluminum foil, and wipe it down with extra virgin olive oil. Repeat this process before every usage.
Obligatory story (names changed to protect the innocent):
It was another typical Saturday night. I had just finished work and was hanging out with one of my co-workers, Frank. We were ready to get ripped. As an added bonus that night, Frank was going to introduce me to his best friend, a hot chick who supposedly dug computer nerds like me. It definitely had the makings of a good night.
When I first saw his best friend, Kathy, I couldn't help but agree with him -- she was slamming. She hopped into the back of my car and we were off to the Tavern Grill. They never carded and they never flagged you, no matter how drunk you were.
When we got there it was the usual scene -- underage kids getting plastered. We grabbed a few pitchers and began the drunkfest. I had the decisive edge on Frank and Kathy when it came to alcohol tolerance, and within an hour it was obvious that they were both hammered. A little while later I began to feel the buzz too, and, as always when I get a little drunk, I got hungry. We ordered the usual bar grub -- burgers and cheese fries. While we all grubbed down, I couldn't help but wonder (out loud) how long the fries were. "Look at the size of this fry!" I exclaimed, a nine-incher covered with cheese in my hand. "How the hell am I supposed to eat this?"
Taking my cue like a champ, Kathy answered, "You eat it like this!" and she proceeded to deep-throat the entire fry AND my index finger, sucking the Cheese Whiz off both as she gave me a coy little smile. I knew then that she liked me, and I began to look for opportunities to hook up with her.
Soon the opportunity presented itself to me. Frank had to break the seal. As soon as he left the table to hit the bathroom, Kathy and I started kissing right at the table. After about fifteen seconds of this all the drunk underage kids sitting around us started hooting and ranting chants like "Get a room!" or "You da man!" We soon figured we'd need to find a more private spot to make out, so I escorted her outside to the steps of a nearby building that faced the entrance to the Grill. In my slightly drunken state of mind, I figured that the shadows of the building would be dark enough to hide us from vision, even though the steps were right in front of the entrance.
Well, of course I was wrong. About 10 minutes into making out with her on the steps, we both turned around to see EVERY PERSON IN THE GRILL standing at the entrance giving us a standing ovation. There had to be more than 50 people there. A frat brother snapped a picture of us laying on those steps and exclaimed, "This one's going right on the cover of the frat newspaper!" And, to top it all off, our Asian waiter came rushing out and handed me the check, screaming, "YOU NOT PAY BILL! YOU NOT PAY BILL!"
What a night!
Yeah, I will echo the "don't paint it" comments. Hi-Temp BBQ paint is not approved for usage where in direct contact with food. Very few paints are.
Replace the grill if it is a chromed unit that is rusting.
If it is a cast-iron grill, scour with wadded-up aluminum foil, and wipe it down with extra virgin olive oil. Repeat this process before every usage.
Obligatory story (names changed to protect the innocent):
It was another typical Saturday night. I had just finished work and was hanging out with one of my co-workers, Frank. We were ready to get ripped. As an added bonus that night, Frank was going to introduce me to his best friend, a hot chick who supposedly dug computer nerds like me. It definitely had the makings of a good night.
When I first saw his best friend, Kathy, I couldn't help but agree with him -- she was slamming. She hopped into the back of my car and we were off to the Tavern Grill. They never carded and they never flagged you, no matter how drunk you were.
When we got there it was the usual scene -- underage kids getting plastered. We grabbed a few pitchers and began the drunkfest. I had the decisive edge on Frank and Kathy when it came to alcohol tolerance, and within an hour it was obvious that they were both hammered. A little while later I began to feel the buzz too, and, as always when I get a little drunk, I got hungry. We ordered the usual bar grub -- burgers and cheese fries. While we all grubbed down, I couldn't help but wonder (out loud) how long the fries were. "Look at the size of this fry!" I exclaimed, a nine-incher covered with cheese in my hand. "How the hell am I supposed to eat this?"
Taking my cue like a champ, Kathy answered, "You eat it like this!" and she proceeded to deep-throat the entire fry AND my index finger, sucking the Cheese Whiz off both as she gave me a coy little smile. I knew then that she liked me, and I began to look for opportunities to hook up with her.
Soon the opportunity presented itself to me. Frank had to break the seal. As soon as he left the table to hit the bathroom, Kathy and I started kissing right at the table. After about fifteen seconds of this all the drunk underage kids sitting around us started hooting and ranting chants like "Get a room!" or "You da man!" We soon figured we'd need to find a more private spot to make out, so I escorted her outside to the steps of a nearby building that faced the entrance to the Grill. In my slightly drunken state of mind, I figured that the shadows of the building would be dark enough to hide us from vision, even though the steps were right in front of the entrance.
Well, of course I was wrong. About 10 minutes into making out with her on the steps, we both turned around to see EVERY PERSON IN THE GRILL standing at the entrance giving us a standing ovation. There had to be more than 50 people there. A frat brother snapped a picture of us laying on those steps and exclaimed, "This one's going right on the cover of the frat newspaper!" And, to top it all off, our Asian waiter came rushing out and handed me the check, screaming, "YOU NOT PAY BILL! YOU NOT PAY BILL!"
What a night!
Last edited by tifosiman; 04-20-2005 at 10:23 AM.
