We recently dined at our favorite Japanese restaurant, Gyotaku, in Pearl City. Because I am Korean, the waitress assumed that David, who is white, and I preferred to use chopsticks rather than a fork. So, that’s what we were given – chopsticks.
I had no problem with my chopsticks:
David tried his best, but gave up when the arthritis in his fingers resulted in pain:
He asked the waitress for a fork, which proved to be better for him:
Of course, when neither fork nor chopsticks is available, you can always use your fingers to pick up the food and put it in your mouth: