La Paloma is walking distance from my home, and yet, despite its proximity has been on my bucket…read morelist of places to play for more than 20 years.
The course did not disappoint as the place is beautiful and perfectly maintained. The putting surfaces are probably the nicest I have ever played upon. And, to go-on about how nice the course is...apparently they maintain the sand bunkers here by using ancient, long-forgotten secrets (as most places I play--even the nicer courses--seem to have given up even trying.) "Cement hard" is the norm here it Tucson...but not up at La Paloma. Those sands of the Palomas are perfection.
I normally hand out 5-star ratings like confetti. But this is because I originally decided to only write reviews for places that I found to be really exceptional. I see myself as someone who likes to share cool things that I find on my blessed-life's journey--with hopes that others can also discover and enjoy them. But as I evolve as a YELPian, I've decided to branch out a bit more and not limit myself to giving almost- exclusively , "Pollyannic-flowery-positive" reviews. (*If you look it up, you''ll see that I do actually have 3 reviews of places where I gave less than 5 stars).
Anyways, to, "cut to the chase"... I love the setting, and the course itself is fantastic! And, of course, the amenities provided here are top-notch. (eg: complimentary non-alcholic drinks, and top of the line driving range balls--*also gratis to players) But two incidents "rubbed me the wrong way". I now offer the following:
Maybe I shouldn't be so sensitive, but the first occurred as I was attempting to pay for my round (for me, a retired and humble teacher, $138 for a round of golf is a big amount to pay, but I occasionally splurge and treat myself to something kinda splashy). So there I am about to pay, when suddenly a woman stepped up next to where I was extending my credit card. She interrupted the transaction by saying in the, "poshest-of posh" high-pitched English accents, "I don't mean to interrupt, but I need you to add my scores to the competition register. (*or something to that effect--as they apparently were hosting an event where female club members were recording their pars and birdies over a period of time, and whomever tally's the most during the time period is declared the winner.). The young man at the register, immediately gave her his undivided attention as he apparently felt she was "entitled" to interrupt. Now, I know what you are saying, "Oh, poor baby. He got interrupted while paying to play golf. Let me cry you a river." (*and your point is well taken, I shouldn't even bring up the minor inconvenience. But, it did slightly rub me the wrong way, as I generally stand for truth, justice and the American way and always taught my students that the fairest thing is to wait for their turn.) To her credit, this lady must have been something before they invented electricity.
The next thing is going to fall into the, "dude, that is a petty thing" category also.
But as we were golfing, a member of the La Paloma team was observed driving a cart towards us. As he leaned forward and drove with much intention and urgency, I guessed that we had left a club behind... or that one of our family members had just been taken to the hospital, and one of us was urgently needed to be at their bedside. At this time, we were on the fairway of the 11th hole and about to hit. It turns out that he had ridden hard to catch us to inform two of our three-some, that our shirts had come partially untucked and that we were expected to keep them in our pants during the round. He was nice about it, and I obliged and re-tucked the small section of my shirt that had come out in the back. But... Sheeze!
I am all for decorum, and the following of rules, and good etiquette in all aspects of life, but this seemed a little silly and over the top.
Anyways. La Paloma is good place to play golf if you like a beautiful setting, and perfectly groomed conditions, and don't mind paying a bit more than what most of us salt-of-the-earth types would typically pay.
Oh, and by the way, the lady who interrupted my payment... she didn't really speak in a posh English accent-- just good ol' American . But the last time I saw lips like that, there was a hook in it. (not really, she was actually very nice looking... just a bit pushy and maybe a touch-"entitled"...and even that is up for debate, as she may have just forgotten herself in the moment. I like to think that maybe, that night, as she lay her head on her pillow, she thought, "Oh, good gracious! I cut in line today. That surely was not me at my best."