A weighty issue I provide. If you step on me, you may groan or you may get excited. I can also be used to describe something in a smaller or bigger manner. What am I?

I rest on tables, filled with fare, or race down lanes through open air. I cradle meals or chase a strike, I’m one word that lives a double life.

I'm made of parts That share my name, Yet don't assume That we're the same. They're bound in words, While I may roam, To some far place Beyond our home.

A single glass guardian, perched high with pride, keeps one eye keen while the other hides. A fashion of the past, a lens of the elite. Balanced on the bridge, a vision discreet.

I am a symbol of French cuisine, but my origins can be traced back to thirteenth century Austria. Making me by hand takes a lot of time.