Dave Wilner
Apr 14, 2022
Visited with friends for what I thought would be a calm afternoon of golf. Course was overrun by about a dozen hairy, smelly, 50-somethings. Though genuinely friendly and seemingly harmless, one of them insisted my son eat 11 pats of butter and, when he refused, called him a fussy little b@tch and ran away. Still giving three stars because some guy named Pat helped fix my swing.