I can't stand when people don't take care of their knives. I took the brisket to my sister in law's house last night. I thought beforehand "I should bring my slicing knife", but thought that might be rude.
When it comes time to slice, she hands me a chef's knife and a honing steel with a "you're gonna need that" look in her eye. No, what I needed was an hour with my whetstones.
The steel did nothing. It was like trying to slice brisket with a butter knife.
C'mon, people, sharpen your damn knives!