Eating is supposed to be fun, unless we live in pure subsistence. My fingers, and a hollowed gourd are enough for subsistence. About a decade ago, I saw a set of Tiffany silver on eBay ( why?) that was over 800 pieces, a gift from a 1890’s Baltimore RR man to his bride, in the original chest, with each piece marked, including the serving pieces. Would that I could have copied that listing. Can you tolerate a guest using a pickle fork to spear an olive? What is the difference between a ramekin fork and an ice-cream spoon? When the uncouth use the wrong utensil, what appliance should I use to ward off the vapors? (hint, usually made out of silver, too)
We should use what gives us pleasure. I see too many comments here by poseurs who think an expensive Viking stove, and expensive pots make them good cooks (nope!) The essence of gustatory pleasure is what makes YOU happy. There are those happy with paper plates and delivery pizza, ave et vale. Here, I propose a fantasy:
No holds barred. Your service for 12, 18, 24, how many pieces in your place setting?
Where can we go?