Golf Course Hot Dogs – A Memo to All Clubhouses
From a business standpoint, a golf course has many ways to make an impression on a golfer’s mind – course layout, course conditions, the people, the price, and for the purposes of this post, the clubhouse. Now as a typical meathead golfer, I’ve never really cared if I paid my greens fees in a replica of the Taj Mahal or through the side door of a double-wide, just let me get to the first tee as soon as possible. In fact, when it comes to pro shops, I could care less what products they have to offer, because quite frankly, I ain’t buyin ’em. I’m not sure who decided that making a purchase in a golf clubhouse should be the fiscal equivalent to an airport or Disney World, but I do know that I am certainly not their target demographic and therefore I feel no obligation to take part (nor do I feel any guilt over bringing my own Gatorades and pony keg to the track).
For that reason, I don’t even bother rating a clubhouse for any of the various ways that they decide to do their thing . . . with one exception: the hot dog. The golf course dog has been a staple of the American golfing experience since 1776 (according to my records), and along with $11.00 sleeves of Top-Flites, it is something that can be counted on at every course. The continuity, however, stops there. I’ve compiled the following list to help each facility shore up their course hot dog game to satisfactory levels. To clubhouses everywhere, please heed the following tips:
1) Speed – the entire essence of the course dog is that it’s the quick option when making the turn. If I need more than a Snickers bar or some ridiculous Nab-like product to “fuel” my sweet game, it is universally understood that my only logical option as a legitimate golfer is the dog. Therefore, just make-a-da-dog. If some nutjob ahead of me ordered the grilled chicken club, or my genius buddy went with the pulled pork daily special, that’s their problem. A golfer who orders a hot dog is a responsible one – his/her order takes priority every time.
2) Availability – A sub-category of speed. However you choose to cook your raw materials, whether it be via boiling water, the grill, or the always classy log-roller, just make sure they are at the ready at all times. If you open the clubhouse at 7:00 a.m. to do a breakfast run, please do not wait until 10:45 to fire up los dogans. For starters, it is physically impossible to overcook a hot dog. Second, if I come through the turn anytime after 9:00 a.m. the hot dog is officially in play – don’t tell me they “just went on” and make me decide whether or not to roll the dice on a potentially raw dog. I’ve got enough going on in my cranium out there, no need to pile on. And finally, worst-case scenario is you make too many and end up tossing a few hot dogs at the end of the day . . . at $0.07 per unit, I’m certain the budget can handle it.
3) Diameter – I’m not sure how this happened, but apparently some of the higher-end courses have been convinced that the quality of a hot dog is directly correlated to its diameter. FALSE! In reality, an argument could be made that a hot dog is simply a vehicle for consuming bread, mustard, onions, chili, slaw, or whatever else the champion golfer in you desires. So by that logic, a hot dog simply cannot be too skinny. Furthermore, when dealing with an encased tube of meat byproduct, there comes a point where the appeal actually decreases as diameter increases. In Econ 101 we call this the point of diminishing marginal returns; in the case of golf course dogs it’s simply coined “the point where I am suddenly reminded that hot dogs consist solely of lips and assholes”.
4) Good rolls – Obvious, right? Apparently not. I’m not saying you have to steampress the buns after making them from scratch that morning, but for the love of Tim Herron let’s make sure they have more moisture in them than your average sand trap. And much like with the hot dog itself, bigger/fancier bread does not automatically mean a better overall dog. Keep it simple, it’s one of the lowest forms of food in modern society, second maybe to Funyuns.
5) Price – Sounds obvious but not so fast. Generally speaking, the hot dog should be the cheapest real food option on the menu at all times, and I think almost all courses abide by that rule. Every restaurant/bar that has 10 craft beers on tap and 30 others in bottles always has an offering of PBR that is $2.50 or less, as if to say “yes, for the most part we are ridiculous but if you’re not into it we’re still glad you came”. The golf course dog should play the same role – it is a clubhouse’s one chance to reach out to the everyday golfer and shake their hand. A frequent problem is that some courses seem to think that they are not allowed to sell any item for under $4.50 . . . but how can you justify that number with a lowly hot dog? Easy, add some mandatory chips and tack on 2 bucks. That’s bush league. The last thing I need is a side item with my one-handed grub. If I want the aftermath of this purchase to noisily last until the 13th hole, I’ll buy some chips.
That’s it on the dogs, but here’s a bonus cranky side note: It always seems so smart and efficient when courses put the menu and call box (dating myself) on the 9th tee. This way everyone can place their order ahead of time and pick it up on the fly. Brilliant, right? Well I’m not here to fully bash this concept, but I don’t want you proprietors to be so pleased with yourselves over it. The fact is, this option encourages too many donkeys to order the fried oyster po’boy with garlic aioli, which even if they ordered on the 7th tee would still force us to wait around for 10 minutes at the turn. Perhaps even more overlooked, however, is the level of hassle and complexity that just got introduced to the round. By the time I’m at the 9th tee, the last thing I need is to try and wrangle an entire lunch order for 4 meatballs, some of whom might want potato salad instead of chips or swiss cheese instead of cheddar. I just want to play some golf! So you can keep the menus out there if you want, just don’t give yourselves too much credit for improving the game.
This article made my mouth water. Especially the hot dog picture on the main page :).
I never thought i would see the day where i would find a golf article purely on the topic of hot dogs purchased from clubhouses. Nicely written and it definitely made me chuckle a bit.
Great article.
Last paragraph…I have taken matters into my own hands. I’m a municipal golfer…a proud municipal golfer. If you’re not (and I quote), “taking my money from the side-window of a double-wide”…you’re too upscale.
Now, while I agree that pace-of-play is killing the recreational game…here’s what else is killing the recreational game. Signs that went up a few years ago at the 9th holes of my beloved muni goat-tracks that say, “Please do not order grill items at the turn.” Talk about a revenue-killer and a hunger-enhancement…
So, nowadays if I think I’ll want hot food at the turn, I place my order (and for the other mopes in my foursome) BEFORE I tee off at #1. And then I get the cell-phone number of the guy working the grill. I present the order written so anyone can read it and I say, “I’ll send you a text message that says ‘START’ and when I do…start getting our lunch together and I’ll pre-pay now.” I started doing this a year and a half ago and it has completely alleviated the problem of making a clean and fast turn. Heck it takes me longer to “drop the kids off at the pool” and wash my hands then it does to pick up our lunch. And, if the order’s correct and everything’s fresh I tip like Daddy Warbucks. And now suddenly after playing these courses for 30 years…they suddenly know my name.
Robert, what a brilliant idea! Please note that in fact Matt, who is about as cheap as they come, talks a big game but he is notorious for smuggling in a full three course meal onto the course. Making it worse is the fact he prefers to space out his meal over the first 9 holes so by the time we hit the turn I am willing to pay an arm and a leg for any kind of meat in a bun.
Your right people have ruined hotdogs how hard is it
You guys are a bunch of fucking nut jobs. Heaven forbid you make your precious fucking turn and have to wait 2 minutes to grab something to eat. Golf is supposed to be a leisure sport. You fucks are always in a hurry. HEAVEN FORBID THEY DON’T HAVE MY HOT DOGS READY. Stomp your feet and walk out the door.
Revenue killer my ass. You make zero profit on those fucking hot dogs. All the money is made on drinks, which you morons feel it acceptable to carry into courses anyway.
GOOD DAY SIRS.
Easy there . . . thanks for taking the time to read the post and we appreciate your feedback. Nah just kidding you’re a dipshit. If you don’t think length of rounds is a current issue with golf, you’ve got your head further up the ass than Bubba. And while I do acknowledge that there is some nobility in paying $18.00 for a 6 pack of Miller Lite, I will have to bow out of that race.
Just promise me that you’ll let folks play through when you’re JO’ing in the clubhouse.