Don't spend too much time in church, but I do like me some church basement suppers (especially in lutefisk season). One of the many things my stepfather taught me was how good the food can be in the church basements.
One of my motorcycle clubbies got married last week with a reception in the basement of the rural WI UCC. The bride livened up the party with a few bottles of her own cherry and blackberry wine, surprisingly dry and tasty.