Ages ago, I was given a knife. It was nice. So nice, that I eventually brought it back from Canada with me. Unfortunately, there was a fracture in the handle, presumably from some long-passed event. It fell apart in the hands of my flatmate not long after I’d returned with it. I’ve been struggling away with crap knives ever since – low weight, horrible edge, flimsy, gaaahh! Finally suffering a shocking case of mutilation of some poor, unsuspecting chorizo sausage, I reached a breaking point. I didn’t snap and go for anything top-of-the-line, but it’s not the cheapest knife on the block, either. Fully forged with a riveted handle, it feels good and glides through tomato. It actually kinda glides through most anything at the moment. Butternut squash, anyone?