I’m one such brute. My cheese life began with Max MaCalman many moons ago before he opened Artisanal Bistro. From him, I learned to eat cheese with a simple butter knife. My Wifey’s refined tastes for cutlery remains shocked and she still buys me cheese knives. My taste, however runs to the wet, the loud, and other cheese which would laugh heartily at your cheese utensils. Mind you, I’m not laughing, the cheese are.