Canterbury Castle

There are times in life when you just don’t think you can experience anything that new or different.
And then you go to a wedding reception in a fake castle in Michigan.
From their website: «What bride-​to-​be could resist her Fairy Tale Wedding in an elegant Castle ballroom?» Hmm… this one. I had trouble tearing my eyes away from the obligatory swords and tapestries hanging on the walls (again, fake) and the miniature model of a castle on the ground floor didn’t help either. And, by the way, if you’re going to make it a true castle theme, you probably shouldn’t give your banquet rooms names like «Raphael» since I’m pretty sure he wasn’t a) English or Welsh or any type of Celt, or b) alive during the time of «castles.»
On to things of real importance, the food was okay. The green beans were salty, the lemon chicken too tough. Oh, and why weren’t there coffee cups at every place setting? Tsk, tsk, people had to scavenge. Not good for a wedding reception. And your waitstaff? A little too harried-​acting for a reception that didn’t top over 150. Seemed a bit suspicious. The open bar wasn’t too bad but please try to stock up with something other than zinfandel and chardonnay in the white wine category. I also think the self-​serve maraschino cherry/​lime wedge/​lemon wedge/​olive/​stirrer thing was a little too much self, and not enough serve. Do you think Cinderella would have been okay with getting her own maraschino cherry on her big night with the Prince? Yeah, didn’t think so.
I’m sorry if I offend any Michiganders with my review. I’m sure there are those of you who absolutely love it. And, in a way, I love the fact that you love it. But this is about my opinion. So I leave it be as it is.