Napkins
I absolutely detest Mexican napkins. Small squares of tissue paper that fall apart under their own weight when wet can hardly be considered useful when enjoying all the variety of fingerfood they have to offer. However, I am afraid to say that in the grand international ranking of paper napkins, Italy takes the cake for the worst. When chowing down on a delicious piece of greasy pizza, the only napkin offered is more like wax paper than anything else. Instead of cleaning your hands, it actually worsens the situation by slathering it all over and providing neat little valleys for the shirt-staining juices to run down. A true travesty, but it reminds me to be thankful that Mexican napkins at least have some sort of absorbant qualities.
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