Kids in Sweden laughed at me for switching my fork to my right hand. They were still kind and welcoming.
I’ve read enough about Japanese thinking that Westerners smell bad that I would be afraid to eat meat or wear scent if visiting there.
I dated a girl in Switzerland very briefly. She laughed at my polyester print shirt. Then I sat down with her and her family and I had the temerity to cut my salad lettuce with my knife! How gauche! Appropriate manners was to stuff the big uncut leaves of lettuce into your mouth.
I, too, was called out on holding my fork in my left hand to cut the meat, then switching the fork to my right hand to eat. I must admit them European method is a lot more efficient.
I was a great source of amusement to them.
Did I write an article at my offense of their appropriation of my native garb and habits? Strangely enough, no. Instead I tried my darndest to “go native.”