I had a natural gas grill in Orlando and I ended up kind of hating it. I didn't like being pinned to one spot for grilling. It's not that I move the grill frequently, but it's nice to be able to. It also rendered my $600 grill completely useless when
Funny you should mention Orlando and a gas grill. I grew up there (1963 to whenever the hell it was that I finally moved to Miami – to Miami for one year and then thirty-six in Minneapolis.
My father, a born and raised product of Manhattan, loved to grill one outside the confines of "The" City. It was fascinating to observe his progression through grilling equipment.
Charcoal (with an electric starter thingy – used as early as my youngest days on Long Island) to a grill/smoker fabricated from a three foot length of gas transmission pipe by people he worked with.
[He was employee #4 at Florida Gas Company, which was a nice, well and ethically run outfit until Ken Lay and his gang of thieves at Enron bought it.]
The pipe grill was scary as shit. We never trusted the counter-weight set up to guard against severed body parts should it fail. It also weighed a fucking ton.
He pulled his weight and had gas run to our house to run the water heater, A/C and a grill rigged for NG. He had a long, quick connect hose that allowed him to spend Sundays leisurely grilling (Scotch in Hand) in the open air or in the shelter of the carport on rainy days.
When he sold the house to move to a reasonably sized bungalow, a brother-in-law hauled it to Jacksonville, converted it with propane burners and used it for five years. I then took it Minnesota and used it another five years. It was sturdy, heavy duty cast aluminum, but when the burners gave out I couldn't find compatible replacement parts. It's a good thing that I never got around to re-refitting it for NG.
London Broil was his favorite Sunday meal to grill.