They are lucky that I didn't follow the example of my wife's Father. He allowed for a sit down dinner consisting of thigh and leg of chicken for each, no choice. If you didn't like chicken you didn't eat, no bar, no music, no dancing, nothing. He was pretty well off financially at the time too. He did hate me because he had plans for his daughter to take care of him and her mother in their old age, which, by the way, they had already reached. He was dead set against this wedding and only the intervention of my mother in law prevented it from not even being attended. It really upset him that I didn't care what he thought. The cake was the traditional English Canadian Wedding cake... Fruit Cake with frosting. Looked good on the outside, but, gag ya, on the inside. I cannot tell you how much I hate Fruit Cake. Since the wedding was held in the US, you can imagine how much left over cake there was.