I've lived in at least 20 residences across 4 continents and only one of those was from the 1920s.

It still had an original stove.

That stove was the fucking best shit ever. It was amazing. I swear to God I have never been able to cook bacon so amazingly as on that stove top.

I don't disagree that survivorship bias is a thing. And perhaps I had the best possible option of that era. I mean, yes with an induction top I can do great things. With an MSR dragonfly gas stove I can cook the camp a great breakfast anywhere in the world. I've cooked on wood fire stoves. I've cooked primitive fires in outback Australia and the himiliaya mountains... But there was something special about that 1920s stove that I've won't ever forget.