Good thing I play there every 35 years; won't ever be tempted again. My wife wanted to go out for nine holes. This was convenient. I wasn't looking for America's greatest golf course, just a quick round With her. But I never expected this.
#1 ... Arrive for our tee time; no one in the pro shop to take our money. No one showed for over five minutes, leaving everything wide open. Finally, got that done.
#2 ... Went to snack bar for some iced tea. Attendant behind the bar too busy watching a guy bitching to someone over the phone. Another five minutes wasted.
#3 ... The course - if that's what you want to call it - was terrible. No fairways, just the same crabgrass - some cropped 1/2 inch lower. Tee boxes and "fairways" full of weeds. The greens were just more of the same crappy turf as the rest of the course.
#4 ... On-course supervision - non-existent! Most decent courses have some type of attendant roaming to insure pace-of-play and player etiquette. Our first (and only) sighting was on the 9th tee, when he showed up, indignant about something, with the accusatory tone of "Do you have a problem?"
#5 ... Problems? We had plenty! There was the four-some in front of us, ignorant that given no one in front of them should have been courteous in allowing my wife and me to play through ...
... two guys trying to overcome the obvious "shrinkage" of their "packages", swinging so hard, playing "army golf" (left/right/left ...);
... two women trying to prove that their $20 "quickies" weren't a rip-off, giggling at their "whiffs" and spending more time flirting.
#6 ... Problems? Then there was the two-some behind us, obviously believing we were the problem. So, their "big-hitter" decided to just hit into us, and not shout out any warning ... not just once, but THREE TIMES ... intentionally! On the eighth hole, the drive landed 8 ft from where I was standing.
Avoid this course at all cost. And I say this, knowing that I'm going to be in the dog-house with many of the fine people I know that will be upset over this review. But, with Gleneagles, merely a couple miles away in Twinsburg, Solon should consider repurposing this property.
Grantwood had it's time; hell I used to love going there 50+ years ago and trying to hit my dad's old shag balls through open box-car doors on trains. But, it's time is over. read more