I went to a wedding which started at 1pm. The service was very long, including long readings in another language (ie not English, wedding was in London). Afterwards, the couple had laid on coaches to transport everyone to the venue. The coaches got stuck in Saturday afternoon traffic in central London. Took 2 hours+ to get to the venue.
Venue was......an empty marquee. In their garden, a huge, beautiful marquee hut no chairs, no tables. Just a big empty marquee. Loads of Champagne but no food for hours. Lots of speeches in various languages.
Finally about 9pm, waiters emerged with some trays of cheese cubes. That was the food. There was nearly a riot.
It had been a hot, stuffy city wedding with no food, loads of alcohol that had started 10 hours before. Elderly relatives were reduced to sitting on the floor of the marquee out of exhaustion and hunger. Burly blokes started grabbing the trays of cheese and hogging them for their wives and children.
It was like a microcosm of life after the nuclear holocaust, every man for himself.
We eventually repaired to the local Starbucks and bought up all their muffins for sustenance.
Funny thing is, the bride and groom had a fab time and thought (think to this day) that it was an amazing, chic wedding and they brag to everyone about the vast quantities of Bollinger that were drunk.
They obviously had spent a lot of money on it but just got it very wrong.
I am sure I speak for most guests when I say we would have preferred non vintage cava and hearty p,atefuls of sandwiches and sausage rolls, the most basic party food ever, versus their Bollinger and cheese cubes.