Haute cuisine
by Scott Hardie on January 27, 2010
Today I came across this photo gallery of independent restaurants around our area. Some of them we've enjoyed, like GooCon favorite The Lobster Pot, and others are ones we just haven't gotten around to yet. As pretty as the food looks, I find myself looking at the dining rooms and noticing how many of them look decorated for private parties.
That got me thinking that Kelly and I will be getting engaged and planning a wedding before long. But would I choose one of these restaurants to hold our reception at? I want a place that we feel connected to. I want a place that we've been to so many times that it feels like it represents us. That's how I came to realize that the most appropriate place for our wedding reception is the local Chinese buffet.
We really need to get out more.
Ten Replies to Haute cuisine
Justin Conner | January 27, 2010
You don't have to hold a reception at a restaurant.
Lori Lancaster | January 27, 2010
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Steve West | January 27, 2010
Not a chance a everyone's fitting in The Lobster Pot. A crowd that size needs a school cafeteria. You have a lot of friends, my friend.
Amy Austin | January 27, 2010
Justin and Steve make a good point.
Aaron Shurtleff | January 27, 2010
Scott, you could have your reception at Chuck-E-Cheese's, and we'd all be there to support you!!
We'd talk about it behind your back later, but we'd be there to support you! ;)
Seriously, though, it can be more economical sometimes to rent a hall, and have a catering company bring the food to you. You just have to find the right fit.
Jackie Mason | January 29, 2010
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Jackie Mason | January 29, 2010
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Scott Hardie | January 30, 2010
We've been dating long enough to have a 12-year-old.
Thanks for the kind words, folks. I'll just count myself lucky if we have an actual reception in an actual location instead of an online chat room.
Jackie Mason | January 31, 2010
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Amy Austin | January 27, 2010
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!