Weddingbee Blog

Last weekend, Mr. Caterpillar and I attended the wedding of two of his BFFs. Possibly the most beautiful wedding ever — held in the mountains of Bonny Doon with a 180 degree view of the ocean and lanterns strung across the dancefloor. You could even see stars.

The downside? The worst caterer ever. Even worse than my own personal cupcake gouger.

The menu was a mix of hot and cold tapas. Somehow every dish came out cold. And they refused — actually refused — to serve different dishes together, so guests sat for FIVE HOURS as 14 courses came out individually. One of these courses? A dish of cold grilled scallions. No accompaniment. Just scallions.

At the end of the meal, when the mother of the groom asked them to serve the cake, they told her that it was “not their job.” They also refused to make coffee. Guests were in the kitchen making coffee for themselves.

And the kicker? One of the caterers was sick. And now I’m writing this from bed with an ear infection. Mr. Caterpillar is also sick. So is Mr. Caterpillar’s mama. And so are about half of the wedding guests. How gross is that?

Still, the bride was gorgeous, and the ceremony was beautiful. So it was a great wedding overall. But, the caterer? I’m totally tracking them down and making them pay for my antibiotics. Eew.