I had a chance to shoot my Beretta 92 this past weekend and I'm looking at it right now on my desk as I type this. Oh what a beautiful gun. The feel of a hefty yet svelt, all-metal, DA/SA, smooth-as-butter, Italian 9mm pistol is something that really puts a smile on my face. Some say the 9mm is something Glock has down pat. I say, the Beretta had it down pat at least 15 years earlier. My 92FS eats cheap 9mm and spits it out like a well-oiled machine. It ticks like a Swiss timepiece and soaks up recoil as if it's just yawning and stretching without a care in the world. I can't say enough good things about the Beretta. The instant I put a Glock, of any model number, in my hand, it feels odd and foreign. For my hand, the Beretta feels like a perfectly worn, lightly oiled leather driving glove that's been handed down for generations, and the Glock feels like one of those clumsy neoprene fingerless duck hunting gloves you buy at Wal-Mart for $4.99/pair.