150 E Avenida Magdalena, San Clemente, California, 92672
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phil t
San Clemente
2011-05-28
$26 (cart included), played on Sunday, May 2011 at 8am
Ok, now here's the deal with "the Clan" (affectionately named by mens clubbers at San Clemente Muni). This place is WHAT IT IS, y'all! It's a local track with good golfers few, begginers-o-plenty, and it's kid-friendly!
Dave Cook and his wife run a tight little shop and give lessons to a lot of entry-level golfers who then take it to the course (a lot of times way before it's time to do so). However, if you are a local, you know this, and you work in your wager-games with your stiff-lipped-scalliwags early in the day while the waffles and cheerios are being scarffed up by our next generation of surf-skate-golfers who arrive in the mid-day sun after their 2-hour surf session and before planning to heist dad's whiskey and hit the beach for glass-off. It's just that way, people.
I've seen this place with greens so fast that guys would wager in the bar about whether it was 11.5 or 13 on the stimp; then they would march (beers in hand) to the green in question and stimp it so they could settle their bets right then and there.
Watch out for Pham! He will bet you a grand that he will beat you with your own clubs (barefoot) ... and HE WILL! Greg S. is the mens club champ, and a good egg! Does he ever blink?!? I honestly played 9 holes with him one time, and I counted ZERO blinks!!!! And then there's Jim (The Silkworm) Simpson whose silky smooth sumptuous swings of each club in the bag make us droooool with envy! Tommy-the-Grass-Boy is awesome, with one foot in his golf shoes and one foot on his surfboard, ya never know what he'll do, but rest assured he'll do it with a Stone Pale Ale in his hand.
So, if you want Kayme to tend bar for you and tell you stories of her love and escapades while you stretch the limits of your liver and laugh for hours with the good ol' boys at The Clan, then waste not one more minute and head down to San Clemente Muni. Otherwise, maybe I'll run into ya some other place, some other time.
This place is not for everyone; certainly not the yuppie OC exec who needs to "work in a round of golf" before his eyebrow waxing appointment!
Would travel: 20-30 Miles, Not Vacation Worthy
Bottom line: I would play again, Average course for the area, Fair priced based on quality and competitive area pricing
$26 (cart included), played on Sunday, May 2011 at 8am
Ok, now here's the deal with "the Clan" (affectionately named by mens clubbers at San Clemente Muni). This place is WHAT IT IS, y'all! It's a local track with good golfers few, begginers-o-plenty, and it's kid-friendly!
Dave Cook and his wife run a tight little shop and give lessons to a lot of entry-level golfers who then take it to the course (a lot of times way before it's time to do so). However, if you are a local, you know this, and you work in your wager-games with your stiff-lipped-scalliwags early in the day while the waffles and cheerios are being scarffed up by our next generation of surf-skate-golfers who arrive in the mid-day sun after their 2-hour surf session and before planning to heist dad's whiskey and hit the beach for glass-off. It's just that way, people.
I've seen this place with greens so fast that guys would wager in the bar about whether it was 11.5 or 13 on the stimp; then they would march (beers in hand) to the green in question and stimp it so they could settle their bets right then and there.
Watch out for Pham! He will bet you a grand that he will beat you with your own clubs (barefoot) ... and HE WILL! Greg S. is the mens club champ, and a good egg! Does he ever blink?!? I honestly played 9 holes with him one time, and I counted ZERO blinks!!!! And then there's Jim (The Silkworm) Simpson whose silky smooth sumptuous swings of each club in the bag make us droooool with envy! Tommy-the-Grass-Boy is awesome, with one foot in his golf shoes and one foot on his surfboard, ya never know what he'll do, but rest assured he'll do it with a Stone Pale Ale in his hand.
So, if you want Kayme to tend bar for you and tell you stories of her love and escapades while you stretch the limits of your liver and laugh for hours with the good ol' boys at The Clan, then waste not one more minute and head down to San Clemente Muni. Otherwise, maybe I'll run into ya some other place, some other time.
This place is not for everyone; certainly not the yuppie OC exec who needs to "work in a round of golf" before his eyebrow waxing appointment!