In the late 1980s, I was a member of a college friend’s wedding party. While the wedding itself was largely uneventful, the rehearsal dinner proved anything but. The groom’s parents decided to hold the event at a swank hotel offering (then) cutting-edge fusion cuisine from the Pacific Rim.
The bride’s relatives—mostly from a small town in the Midwest—were appalled. In the place of steak, fried chicken, Jell-O salad, or any of the other familiar foods one would expect at such an occasion, the hote…