You didn't ask for it but on the collossally expensive front . . . . . Priddis Greens. I think it was somewhere north of $30 per person and I was picking up the tab for five.
Even a genuine, but probably phoney, French-accented matre'd whose face will heroically fall on a dime if you inform him you have an extra person more than you said on your reservation. He fussed about, disappeared, came back, fussed some more, then pronounced he might be able to squeeze that person in . . . . . we go around the corner and the place, which can seat about 100, is nearly deserted. I howled!!!
You can't pay enough for stuff like that!!!
Fortunately, my Glen Sather smirk was working well that day.
Just one more reason to hate golf.
Oh, the food was great.
Cowperson
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