My brain seems to have short circuited somewhere!
The other night I ordered a salad with my pizza in an Italian restaurant and my roommate caught me looking for something. I had instinctively looked for chopsticks with my silverware when the waitress set the dish down.
I guess my preference is now a habit. And after a few minutes fighting romaine ribs with dull fork tines I really began considering pulling my own hashi out of my backpack no matter how strange it would look.