As we age, our flatware seems to disappear. I think some of us accidentally throw it away with the other junk we trash from our TV trays and a lot of times I see it going out with pizza boxes, but can’t sprint to the exit before it’s gone, or make a loud enough noise to get anyone’s attention, so twice this past year, I’ve taken it upon myself to slip replacement-ware into a drawer that once was piece perfect, but, now, is piece-passing. This is a good choice for us. I prefer a heavier weight than I bought (because a heavier weight wasn’t available in the style), but I’m pleased to say 18/10 in this design is great. No problem with weight, for me, at all. It feels good in my hand. The bowl of the spoon is a bit more round than our Oneida Paul Revere teaspoons of olde, but I’m getting used to them, and nobody else, not even the ice cream eaters, has complained. Yes, they’re imported. I didn’t want to go that way. We only have one utensil manufacturer left in this country (working out of the former Oneida factory in what I call mid-state New York); that’s Liberty silverware, and they have a very good product quite reasonably priced (as well as a sample purchase deal that is very attractive) but, at the rate our household is losing its forks and spoons, I buckled and bought the overseas product. I did discover that fairly large lots of made in the USA Ginko flatware still can be found in heavier weights, but what I bought suits us fine. If you’re looking and happen upon the Ginko utensils, don’t hesitate to spring for them. I have, in the past, and loved their quality, but I can’t tell you where they are, today, or I might have shopped harder. One last remark, I remember my parents in their final years being thrilled with heavy duty plastic utensils they had purchased. I didn’t realize they were running low on the real stuff. They ate from plastic. When I came around, I didn’t know whether to trash the tableware or wash it. My mother was kinda indignant about my tossing the plastic whatevers I was using, and now, after all these years later, I finally know why. It’s another option, I guess. — Good luck.
