The airport in Atlanta Georgia is big. It is an airport with its own subway system, malls and hotels.
My wife and I were early for our flight and chose a postmodern french cafe for breakfast. Designed to look like a street cafe the eight tables draped in white table cloths were separated from the bustle of the concourse with gold stanchions and black velour rope. We sat under an overhang painted to look like a night sky. Bare yellow light bulbs strung on wires crisscrossed the painting of clouds and constellations.. Partly covering the painted night sky was little striped awning. We sat at the end table next to the plastic topiary. The waiter dressed more like a bellhop than the expected black pants and white shirt took our order... French Toast of course.
The maple flavored syrup was abundant and as I picked up my knife I discovered it to be plastic... a very good imitation of stainless steel but plastic none the less. I was surprised to find the spoon and fork to be metal. I don't love design inconsistency but it does attract my mind.
This was a puzzle for a moment until illusion of French Cafe gave way to Airport Restaurant fact and a reminder we are living in a post 911 world.
We have tailored our culture to prevent killing someone with your cutlery in an airport.