As I've already mentioned, JB is obsessed with golf. Since it was PGA weekend, to make it fun for me, we decided to hit some golf course restaurants and simultaneously watch the tournament.
Saturday was hot & muggy. I was stuck to the plush interior of Barney, our non-air conditioned 1992 purple Ford Taurus, when we pulled up to the Cherry Creek golf course in Riverhead, NY. I was also cranky after unsuccessful visits to Target and Home Depot. My spirits lifted when I opened the door of the clubhouse and was hit with a blast of A/C. It really is an amazing thing.
This was no typical golf course, it had a fine French restaurant. And I enjoyed the french waiters and white tablecloths. JB and I each had a grilled chicken salad with goat cheese, bacon and tomatoes while cheering on Phil Mickelson. I asked for no balsamic, which was smart because JB's salad was more like a vinegar soup. Being a fan of vinegar though, he did not complain, just drained off some of the excess.
The next day we went to Indian Island golf club, also in Riverhead, for a more proletariat golf course lunch. A turkey club for me and a steak sandwich for JB. Nothing to write home about but we had a good view of the TV and they let us stay as long as we wanted.
In the end, there was rain so the tournament finished on Monday and to JB's delight, Phil Mickelson pulled through. I've heard his favorite meal is lobster ravioli. We should have that one day soon to celebrate his victory.
Until we eat again, KLB