Mixed views.
I usually tend to avoid them because of the effort. Modern stoves, clothing, and LED lamps means they aren't as useful to me as they once were. By avoiding natural fibres I don't need them for drying stuff out or to remain warm. They are poor as a source of directional lighting compared to lamps and so much slower to regulate. And aside from a novelty factor for cooking over are fairly inconvenient for making food and drink compared to modern methods. Add to that I think the calorific effort of making and maintaining one vastly exceeds the effort of carrying gas or liquid fuel. Plus, some of the places I go making a fire isn't an option because there is nothing to burn. I can usually get my fill of cooking over a fire without leaving my garden, or by using something like the below on day one while I gear up to strike out.
I appreciate some notion of romance with fire although I can't express it to myself in words. I figure there probably is something innate about that dating from a time of scary wilderness and the need to foster some notion of a mastery of it, even if that notion was in a great many instances not much more than an illusion fire on keeps the lions at bay and and all that. Or perhaps just and ancient grounding in a fear of the dark and unknown huddle round the fire 'cos you never know what's out there kinda thing. Whatever, the legacy certainly exerts an effect on me, it's just than in most instances my practical self overrides that effortlessly.
The romance of it is something that I make use of with women. I do like to have a fire when I'm out with my woman, sometimes. What I don't enjoy is getting that effect on my own or with a group comprised only of males. I suspect that puts me out of step with many of you but for me it is the same as taking alcohol in that regard. As an Englishman it is a vandalism to my culture to say that, but after spending a lot of time with Gambians that would ask me what's the joy of just sitting with other men and drinking? I changed my outlook. I'm the same about sitting around a camp fire with men for probably the same reasons. It's usually just a time for guys to tell stories, relive dreary anecdotes, and BS each other. There's no joy in that.
I also think a camp fire can offer an invitation to others that I probably don't want. I can draw from an urban setting to illustrate that: We used to set up a big fire down on the beach every weekend when I was at the town house. The advantages were many fold. We'd have a big supply of blankets and beer and whatever and people would show up with their entrance fee [bring wood]. So far so good, we'd have folk spilling out of clubs coming down and huge numbers of foreign students. But on top of that there would always be a stream of bums, vagrants, and ne'er-do-well trying to weasel in. Many of which were not amenable to reason and needed to be physically relocated. I've spoken with a few and their train of thought goes something along the lines of fire is free to anyone that needs it, you shouldn't deprive me of warmth, as if I was the aggressor for barring access. Same kind of thing applies when in the woods. Fire is like a dirty great advert saying I am over here, come poke in my business. I'm not into all that.
In sum, fire is good for when I'm with womenfolk and a with a couple of pints of vodka, but for any serious business in which making fire is not an end state in itself I happily go without it.