I couldn’t work out quite why it was breakfast, but that’s what it was called, despite it being in the evening! I can only presume that weddings are traditionally held early in the morning. We started with a tomato soup, which was superbly seasoned, with coriander, basil and Worcestershire sauce, giving it a spicy edge. This was served with rolls and butter.
The main course was very succulent chicken, with roast and new potatoes, green beans and carrots. It was a generally excellent roast, with good company and well-timed service, which must be unusual for parties of sixty or more. Dessert was chocolate cake with cream, and it was an absolutely excellent chocolate cake, thick and moist and gooey.
Then came the coffee, a speciality of the bridgegroom, who had clearly ordered a special brand and had it made very strongly. I managed only a few sips before I’d had enough. Speeches followed, in traditional order, with mine last and certainly the most controversial, although I did tone it down a dash as there were little children present. The cutting of the cake was ceremoniously conducted, with the lower layer traditional fruitcake and the top layer chocolate cake. I didn’t try any until the day after, but it was still moist and dense, just as I like it.