Look, if you’re a scratch golfer who eats birdies for breakfast, you might find it a bit forgiving. But for the rest of us—the 20-handicappers who occasionally hit a shot that feels like a religious experience—this place is heaven.
It’s affordable (check their website, prices change as often as the weather). It’s well-maintained. It’s fun. And it’s not trying to be Augusta. It’s just a really, really good day out with a club in your hand. Or a cold drink in your other hand. Or both. No judgment here.
So, grab your mates. Book a round. And if you see a guy in the 16th fairway looking lost, waving his arms? That’ll be me, trying to find my ball. Buy me a bacon bap after. We’ll laugh about it.
