Believe it or not, I own a metal spork.
It's true.
A friend of mine found it in a utensil drawer of a dorm's kitchen.
I demanded he let me have it, since I let him buy the plastic, three-eyed Toy Story alien I found in a bin at a second-hand store.
It's really heavy, this metal spork, and the tines in the middle are very sharp, and much longer than on a traditional plastic spork.

My metal spork is my pride and joy.

Along with my coconut monkey.