I've always thought that day weddings on Saturdays were the worst. Myself having been married during the day on a Saturday. Who the hell ties up someone's entire Saturday? Yes, yes, it's a day to celebrate the union of two hearts, but it's sucking the soul out of your weekend! It's been a rough week and you sleep late on Saturday. Getting anything done in the morning just isn't possible. Then the wedding takes place before 4pm, which means, if your Catholic, that it isn't a "vigil mass" so you're still under obligation to go to church that weekend. A reception that starts at 3pm? Who the hell wants to be drunk on Saturday afternoon? If you're a day-drinker, you're pissing away your weekends, anyway, but most of us aren't. Which means you have to be sober to deal with your family. Shit. May as well drink. No one wants to be sober when relatives reminisce about how cute you were when you were running around naked when you were two, or about why you've made the life choices you've made. 3pm and you're on your second Margarita. Since it's an afternoon affair, it's assumed you got yourself something to eat at lunch, just before the wedding. Since the reception will be done by 6-6:30, it's assumed you'll go get your own dinner. The day is shot. You either go home and re-heat leftovers, eat fast food, or get suckered into going out to dinner with one of your annoying relatives. Why oh why didn't you eat more of those crappy pigs-in-a-blanket, mini-sandwiches, or Swedish meatballs? "I don't care where we go, so long as there's a bar."
You'd be better off doing bonsai. We've got coffee and doughnuts and we don't ask you personal questions or bring up ancient history about who did what to whom 30 years ago.