China. Fine china. Bone china. You know, the fancy stuff you register for when you get hitched, or those dishes that your grandma gave your mom that your mom gave you (or maybe she just stored them away in the attic) that you’re supposed to give to your daughter. Sure, those dishes are pretty, and I’m sure using them impresses people during those special dinners. But they aren’t for me. And while I enjoy dining out, I definitely don’t fit the mold of the typical high-end dining guest. And I could care less about the way my silverware is placed on the table, or if they remove my plate the correct way, and it bothers me just a tad when they fold my napkin while I’m in the restroom. If truth be told, on most days I’d prefer leaving the utensils in the drawer and digging in with my hands. Forks and knives...
