Just prior to leaving the UK after visiting my grandparents with my mum.
Can't remember if it was Gatwick or Heathrow (It was the late 70's, I was about 9). My grandad thought he would show his largesse by treating as our final meal in the UK, all of us to some of those new-fangled fast-food burgers (Whimpys from memory). Yay!
We all order, receive our food in packaging, on trays & then sit down to eat. My gran being the stiff upper-lipped Scots that she was (she was president of The Town's Women Guild for years type) bemoans the lack of cutlery & crockery. And then proceeds to go up to the counter to ask for a plate and knife and fork!
Cue 3 faceplams (including grandad) and the spotty, teen-aged staff at first looking dumbstruck & then trying not to laugh in her face as they desperately looked for said utensils. Suffice to say there were no eating utensils on hand so gran had to eat her burger & chips with her hands which she deemed to be most uncivilized.
The last time I saw her (late '96) after her & I had several drams of her best malt she decided to cook hamburgers with the lot and chips - which she served to us @ the table, on plates with cutlery. Onya Jenny ;)
EDITed for some clarity.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sat 4 Jun 2011, 5:31, Reply)