I was at this new local steakhouse. The food was excellent. The house knives however were miserable serrated affairs with less cutting power than those safety scissors we used in kindergarden. My companion, lacking any social graces sort of flopped the steak over his wrist and began gnawing on it. I got frustrated and started using my RSK. Then we both noticed two Ventura County Sherriffs across from us staring. I didn't know if it was my amigo's manners or my knife. Then they both produced Benchmades, gave me a quick blade up salute and began eating. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> Fortunately the local Indian restaurant has proper utensils and my Kukhri hasn't been needed <img src="/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />