My review is for the lounge, not the golf course. Lunch at the lounge was one of the worst dining experiences of my life. Atmosphere, service and food were all terrible. I thought for a minute that I was on some hidden camera TV show where they filmed reactions of people who were intentionally served the worst food imaginable by the most inattentive service possible.
Atmosphere: dark, dirty, 1970s basement feel. 30 something couple sitting in corner booth full on making out.
Service: We felt like we were bothering her by being there.
Food: My order was buffalo chicken sandwich. Frozen chicken patty, very greasy. Buffalo sauce was good, bun was good. Chips on the side were all crumbs. I asked for water and was given what I estimate to be a 6 ounce cup. Our server never refilled it until she came with the check.
Youngest son ordered onion rings and wing dings. Again, frozen, overly greasy, no seasoning.
Wife and oldest son ordered fried chicken dinner. The chicken was burnt, dried out, and not seasoned. My son will eat just about anything and he couldn't eat it. They both picked at the salad (one of which had the core of the iceberg lettuce) and ate the baked potato. Both of them told the server how bad it was and she immediately took the plates and asked if she could get them anything else. My son was so disgusted he declined to eat anything else, but my wife said she would have a cup of french onion soup. The soup was basically salty water with bread in it and melted cheese on top. She had maybe 2 or 3 bites, my son tried it, I tried it, and we left 3/4 of it there.
The kicker; the bill. They charged us for the sides of the returned chicken dinners and for the soup that was offered. Not for the cup that was requested, but a bowl. So my wife's order that was originally $10.50 ended up being $11.00 and she left hungry. I mentioned to the server that this was our first and last visit to the lounge and she shrugged her shoulders and said "sorry about that". Before we got home, we were all complaining about stomach aches. By the time we got to the house, we were all fighting over who could use the bathrooms first.
Do yourself a favor, do not eat here. read more