By the time we were ushered into the arena, I was ravenous, so I was very much looking forward to our "feast"—which, FYI, is served sans utensils. Not there's really any need for them. The first course is a crispy piece of garlic bread (bit of a stretch to call this a "course," but alas), while the second is a tasty tomato soup served in a handled bowl made for slurping.
Next up is the main dish: a buttered corn cob, herby potato and half a roast chicken. The portions for the sides are pretty small, but the food was yummy—the chicken especially. Tender, juicy and ready to gnaw right into while holding it from the bone, which I very much did in a rather non-elegant manner. They do provide you with wet wipes between courses, but I'd also suggest keeping some hand sanitizer within reach, just so you're not caught with chicken juice on your fingers when a handsome knight hands you a rose (uh, not that I would know anything about that).
Dessert is the castle's choice, so it may differ from show to show or location to location. We were treated to miniature eclairs (served somewhat chilled), which I paired with a warm coffee. Though the feast wasn't exactly what I'd call royal fare, it definitely left us full up and satisfied, and, more importantly, fueled us through the real reason we were all there: the tournament!