When a spoon becomes a knife...

I love spoons. But this is taking it too far I think. In a café in Paris last week, I ordered cheese. A round portion of goat's cheese arrived and a basket of bread (baguette).

Instead of providing a knife to spread the cheese onto the bread, I was given a spoon!

Maybe this is common, maybe they had no knives to spare.

Maybe it was practical. The cheese was rather oozy. And very yummy. Such a simple meal. Washed down with a glass of wine, of course.