I was looking forward to playing this well maintained muni as our group had secured a prime Saturday morning tee time and the weather forecast was for a day in the 70's. I don't visit the East Bay very often but had heard that the greens were running 11 on the stimpmeter and the fall colors were in abundance amongst the varied deciduous selection. Who can't resist a whiff of leaf peeping while uploading the ego before launching a monster drive!
Alas it was all short lived the minute I entered the pro shop. A tournament was sent out earlier and the players were apparently agonizing over the 3 footers for too long so that a domino effect resulted in our tee time being pushed back 30 minutes. Any pace of play being enforced? No sir, these are our top amateurs playing replied the pro shop staff sporting extended mid sections who obviously knew where their next meal was coming from! 30 minutes later and our group was still not called. Back into the pro shop where I discovered that they had squeezed in a fivesome before us. This group proceeded to top 3 tee shots into the miniature lake in front of the championship tees! I think it's going to be a long day and 5 hours 30 minutes after we teed off we darted for the car park only to observe more fatties arrive for a wedding reception.
No marshals, no on course water, no apologies and way way too much obesity means no return!
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