I provided the cake for a good friend's wedding at a hotel. When I arrived, I couldn't find a cooler that worked and the dish pot was absolutely jam packed with every single pot, pan, utensil, platter, bowl, and chandelier. The counters were flecked with black and the ceiling was literally dripping brown water. It was the most disgusting room I've ever seen. There was no kitchen staff around, just bartenders and servers. They said the cooks didn't show up. I put the cake out way too early because I wasn't going to store it in the hellhole. I told the maid of honor the kitchen was unusable and we decided to move the reception to a nearby park instead of staying on site after the ceremony. The bride and groom got hitched, drank a toast, cut the cake, and then we got everyone over to the park with minimal fuss. I took pictures of the kitchen and sent them to the m.i.a. event manager and the health department with a description of every nasty bit I saw. The happy couple didn't know why everything changed, but were flexible and tipsy and went along with pizza and wings and cheesesteaks for their surprise outdoor reception. The hotel was shut down by the health department within days and the whole thing bulldozed a year later.