Spoon #44: Gentleman Farmer

Ms. Dish and I recently went on another road trip up to the vicinity of Providence, Rhode Island.  On our return back home we were famished for some breakfast and found just what we were looking for at the Gentleman Farmer:

This was a great breakfast joint that allowed us the good fortune of swapping Spoon #44:

Number 44 is marked "Qualite Windsor".  Although the Qualite brand is still a mystery to us, it does seem to display quite similar styling to the Sysco Windsor that we swapped as Spoon 42.  This continues what I see as a very perplexing phenomenon of multiple companies producing similar spoons with the same name.  Remember the "Dominion" line?  What exactly is going on here?  Are these knockoff spoons?  Where do these styles and trends originate?  To track these cases, I have added a "Loeffelganger" category until we get to the bottom of things.  Much credit to Ursa Minor for coining this term, a combination of the German words Loeffel, for spoon, and Doppelganger, meaning "double goer".  "Spoon-goer" doesn't make much sense, but you get the point!

Goldilocks'd in Spain

Next and final stop on our 'round the world voyage was Spain, Europe!  Ms. Dish and I attempted two swaps while in Spain, both in the beautiful town of Tarifa.  Tarifa is small town on the very southernmost tip of Spain.  Recently Tarifa's pristine beaches have become a mecca for kite-boarders!

They were everywhere, and it definitely changed my impression of kiteboarding from "kind of dorky" to "kind of cool". 

Attempted Swap Number One took place at La Trattoria:

We quickly found that Coffee in Spain is usually served in a small cup accompanied by a tiny coffee spoon.  Unfortunately, we were still packing a large Chicago-style soup spoon, so we found ourselves Goldilocks'd.  Fortunately the food at La Trattoria was very good!

Attempted Swap Number Two was down the street at Cafe Babel:

Here we sampled a number of delicious 'tapas', though again we were Goldilocks'd by the tiny coffee spoon!  I suppose we were simply not meant to swap spoons in Spain...