You already know the story. At least the first part. You know, because your story is probably not so different. It’s a story about a grill.

In the beginning, it was just a burgers and brats affair. Maybe there was the occasional steak, sure, but nothing serious. Weekends only, you know. Game days maybe. Casual, and only when the occasion called for it.

Pretty soon, it wasn’t enough. The scent of the smoke wafted through my mind daily. I was daydreaming about rubs and backstraps and black vinyl gloves. It wasn’t long until daydreams became reality. Passtime became hobby. Hobby became passion. Passion became obsession.

And, as you probably know all too well, that passion became an unfathomable amount of tools, accessories, miscellany, and uncountable accoutrement. It took over my garage. It was taking over my basement, and it was starting to invade the kitchen. Every trip in and out and in and out was turning grilling into a chore. I’d had enough. 

So, to save my grilling, I made The GrillBox. Well, first I looked in every patio store I could try. I searched every website I could search. Nothing worked. Finally, I found a midwest fabricator who could help me build my own. Tougher than every season and American made, The Grillbox holds it all, so you can get back to the grilling and smoking you love. If you’re anything like me, the more you need your grill, the more you need The Grillbox.