Until just a few years ago, my local always had an open fire in the snug bar on cold Tuesday evenings which were usually very quiet. (Tuesday was the day the landlady's step-father looked after the place to give her a break.)
Both of us getting on, it seemed a good idea to do toast on long forks - which both of us still had. Bringing in butter and cheese, we had a wonderfully nostalgic time.
Once it became known, of course, things became rather less "quiet" and quite a few drinkers learned a joy they had never known!
Sadly, the pub is now a Co-op and my erstwhile companion has passed on, but it was great while it lasted.