It turned out to be held at Pizza Express, which I thought might be dodgy, but I should have trusted Scholar Woman more...
While it is a chain, the room itself looked like the meeting room of a Victorian learned society, with subdued lighting, prints and busts of scholars, and white tablecloths.
Below the fold, a few photos
Scholar Man, Scholar Woman, and Scholar Man's grandmother:
Scholar Man and Jumper Girl:
Scholar Man's mother and stepfather, talking with his aunt and uncle
Scholar Man's aunt and uncle
Scholar Man's brother, Drummer Man, and the maid of honor, Scholar Woman's SisterTank Man, the father of the groom, Mrs. Tank Man were quite late to the dinner. Evidently there was some problem in getting the children ready, so I didn't manage to get photographs of them. It was ridiculous how anxious the Tank Man family's lateness made me. When we were married, Tank Man would get irate if I was so much as 5 minutes late. Evidently Mrs. Tank Man isn't the focus of that kind of ire as 30 to 60 minutes of lateness isn't unusual for her. Oh, well.