One of the strangest things I’ve had to get used to is the lack of knives in restaurants. Aside from the hotel, I’ve not seen a single knife in any eating establishment. Instead, everyone eats with forks and spoons. While I fumble about and make a mess trying to cut food with a spoon, the locals slice through beef with their spoons as if they’re the sharpest knives in the drawer. If it weren’t for their adept use of spoons in all eating situations, I’d think this was an elaborate joke they play on foreigners. After all, the giggles we hear when we attempt to cut something and it goes scooting across the plate and across the table or onto the floor do sound mighty suspicious.

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