Republic, with its communal tables and really good hot soup, I imagine it keeps pretty busy during the winter months.
I don't use chopsticks. Like, at all.
I know! It's the craziest thing being at an Asian restaurant, and being the only restaurant at a table full of gringos and asking the waitstaff for a fork.
You know that look that people give first-gen kids when they don't speak the native tongue? That's the look I get when I ask for a fork in an Asian restaurant.
But, here's the thing. I'm Filipino. We didn't grow up using chopsticks at home. And, as near as I can tell, neither did my mom or dad back in the Philippines.
So, no. I don't use chopsticks.
Except in my hair. I'm a damned whiz at doing that.