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A recent thread on Reddit (where camera-shy folks go to vent) caught our eyes simply because it involved two of our favourite things, namely pizzas and weddings.
While these may not appear to be related, both are the joyous result of separate ingredients put together to make one uniquely delicious experience.
That said, some people like pineapple on pizza, and most of the time you have to invite your in-laws to your wedding, so neither pizza nor weddings are perfect all the time, as our Redditor and his wife discovered.
At a friend’s wedding, the couple were seated at the ‘friend’ table with other not-family people. The wedding was pleasant and they had a good time, chatting over a few bottles of wine, nibbling on breadsticks, and of course, enjoying the open bar. Dinner for the guests was buffet-style, and seeing as the couple had a pretty strong half-buzz going by then, eating something was crucial to surviving the rest of the night.
However, as the tables started to get called, the first few tables to lay into the buffet were the family of both sides. However, according to the writer, the family members (the inlaws) were “larger” and ate so much food that there was nothing left for the ‘friend zone’.
Apparently “because the inlaws paid for the alcohol and the food they felt entitled to eat what they wanted.” This is where things went pear-shaped.
As we were finishing eating. One of the inlaws came to our table and he asked where the pizza came from. There were two slices left, I knew he was eyeing them. I asked the other people at my table if they wanted one, and everyone declined. This guy then said he’d have one, I then took the two slices put them on my plate, and started to eat them, then looked at him and said something like, “No, you and everyone at your tables had way more than your fare share of the buffet, and ate all of it. This is the reason we ordered food in the first place. And now you have the nerve to ask us to share.”
“His face went red, and he returned to his table. There was a lot of discussion going on there, they were all looking back at us with daggers. The bride looked even more ticked off at us, she had a bit of an argument with my friend. He eventually came back to tell us we had to leave. I didn’t mean to start any problems, so me and my wife called a cab and left.”
Our pizza-loving narrator goes on to say that he never implied the in-laws were fat, only that they were a larger group with a larger appetite, and he did have a ‘conversation’ with the bridegroom a few days later though to smooth things over.
This is by no means the most outrageous thing to ever happen at a wedding, but here at the 2OV hangar, the conversation quickly focussed on whether pizza is an acceptable wedding meal. After a few hours and an unnecessarily detailed Excel spreadsheet, we decided it may very well be the perfect repas d’accompagnement to the bonding of two hearts.
Think of it. It’s infinitely bespoke and can be ordered exactly to every guest’s dietary requirements. Vegan? No problem. Meat lover? How does bacon, ham and salami sound? Gluten intolerant? You’ve probably just read too much MDWeb, but yeah, that too. Best of all you can order it a day before the wedding and if you run out of food, simply order some more!
We’re not saying that our favourite pizza joint, Butler’s, should go into the wedding catering business, but if they did, they’d save the day on every big day.
If you agree, you can still vote for them in the annual Kfm 94.5 Best of the Cape Awards. Voting runs until TONIGHT at 7 PM, so head on over to this link and cast your vote. The winners will be announced live on-air on Thursday 15 August.
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