You've battled the elements, wrangled wedding party members, sent the bride down the aisle, snuck an hors d'oeuvre, and wiped a tear witnessing the first dance. You throw yourself into a chiavari chair in a closet of the venue, sigh a big whole sign of exhaustion, eyes widen as you see in the distance a server with a tray of white plates. She approaches, you hold your breath as she brings the plate to the table annnnnnnd there it is. Another sigh leaves your tired body as you glance at the six inch turkey club sandwich on stale white bread with a side of off brand potato chips. Bon Appetit!