You do not realize how messy of an eater you are until you eat spaghetti. amirite?

I use chopsticks

My first generation Italian American mother taught how to eat spaghetti - my dad had learned from her family, so obviously, I taught my sons. Well, one son, as an adult would cut up his spaghetti when at home - told him Nana was spinning in her grave. One day we were at a nice Italian restaurant and told him I certainly hoped he didn't cut up the spaghetti there - he looked at me and said, 'are you kidding? They just got off the boat - I'd be kicked out if I did that'.