This isn't Mexican food-related, but the first time I came to the UK to stay for any length of time, I was doing a teacher training course, and one lunchtime I watched one of my fellow trainees eat a cheeseburger and chips with a knife and fork. That was when I truly understood how far from home I was
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Our very first public fight, my husband and I were sitting in the waiting room with my family in anticipation of the arrival of my cousin's baby. We ordered a burger and baked potato from a steak delivery place called 'Steak Out', an establishment I used to work at before I met him. He had a total meltdown that they only sent him a fork pack [napkin, fork, salt pepper] with which to eat his dinner, and insisted he could not eat his potato without a knife. Knowing the owner as I did, I told him that they didn't send out knife packs with anything but steak because they cost more, and Dave cut corners wherever he reasonably could. He kept on complaining until I took the fork out of his hand, stabbed the potato, and proceeded to cut it open with the edge of the fork. He was so horrified that he left and we didn't see him again until his dinner was good and cold, at least an hour later. I swear, in the apocalypse, none of my British relatives will survive even one day, lol. In his defense, after 9 years in the US, he's adapted pretty well, and will eat almost anything with just a fork if necessary, and is happy to enjoy handheld foods without utensils. You can tell it urks him, though.