By MIKE KERN
Most of us I assume have been to the Orlando area. Maybe if only to visit Disney World or Sea World or Universal Studios of even outlet malls. But many have probably also taken advantage of all the golf there. And much of it is really good.
Yet as I recently learned, there’s more to Central Florida than just Mickey and Minnie. And truth be told, Orlando isn’t for everyone. At least not all the time. For those of us that need something different once in awhile, I give you Sebring, which is situated about an hour away due south. And it’s a pretty straight shot to drive. But in a short time you can be transported back to another era, a taste of what that part of the country used to be like back in the day. And that can be a wonderful, enlightening thing. Especially for those who like their life to be little less stressful. It doesn’t hurt that the golf options they have to offer can more than hold their own as well. Nothing wrong with a win-win.
Silly me. I thought Sebring was nothing more than a 12-hour car race. Always nice to broaden one’s perspective.
Anyhow, I went there on a FAM trip that turned out to be way too short, due in part to my work responsibilities at the time. And yes, it’s always nice to have friends in the business too. I’m sure what I got to experience was merely the tip of the place, but it was plenty enough to convince me that I will try my best to make it back at some point. I’m no dummy. I recognize a value when it’s thrust upon me.
They call it the Citrus Golf Trail. And they bill it as the state’s most affordable golf destination. Still, it’s more than golf, just in case. There’s fishing, boating, skiing and sailing. And that’s just for starters. There’s also a dozen or so golf courses, which naturally is what got most of my attention. And there’s history, hospitality, gently rolling hills and charming small towns. You’re in the country, away from the hustle and bustle and nonstop toll booths, and it’s nothing if not relaxing. I think sometimes we all need a little something along those lines. Just because.
We stayed at the Inn on the Lakes, which was in a word fabulous without being over the top. But there was still some wow factor involved. It was the kind of place my wife would have absolutely adored. No two rooms, we were told, are designed exactly alike. It looks like a step back in time from the outside, but the accommodations had the perfect ambiance. Mine was big enough for four, and everyone would have had space to spread out. The views of the water were spectacular, especially at sunrise and sunset. About the only thing missing iwas an ocean, but Orlando doesn’t have one either. Just saying.
Packages here start as reasonably as $89 a night, and that includes complimentary breakfast that was a nice touch. Tasty, too. I can only imagine what their suites look like. We were lucky enough to have dinner there one night at Chicanes restaurant, and it was a bona fide treat. Now I have to tell you there was a Sonny’s BBQ just up the block, and normally I’d be jonesing to go there because it’s a tradition unlike many others. But on this trip I didn’t even give it a second thought. I was full. We started with stone crabs, went to a filet and finished it all off with a dessert that would have made my doctor increase my insulin supply. But he doesn’t have to know, right? And our hosts couldn’t have been nicer. I had the feeling that just about anything we could have asked for would have been taken care of. But it’s never polite to be an oinker. They went out of their way to make us feel right at home. And I get the feeling they treat all of their customers the same way.
I always try to eat well when I’m on the road, and this was no exception. We had lunch one day at Eighteen East, in Avon Park, which you might drive by if you didn’t know any better. Fortunately our tour guides did. Just a big time in a small town, as the slogan goes. A sign on the wall said it had the best burgers anywhere, so who was I to argue. If they’re not No. 1 they’re certainly in the discussion. Don’t even look at the menu. You can trust me on matters like that. I’m one with food.
We also had a meal at Cowpoke’s Watering Hole, in Sebring, which started as a fruit stand in the 1950s. You can’t make that stuff up. At some point the owners, a pair of local brothers, added a 14-foot live alligator named Billy to the ambiance. They didn’t even serve food until 20 years ago. The gator is long gone, but his spirit remains alive and well. They specialize in steaks, topped with their signature garlic butter. You really can’t go wrong, from the bully bites (yes, it tastes like chicken) to the fried green tomatoes to the frog legs to the house-made potato chips to … OK, you get the idea. And please don’t forget the orange cake to wash everything down. It’s something you can’t really get anywhere else, even if by that point you won’t really need it. That’s what vacations are for.
As for the golf, you get a lot of bang for the buck. I have never been a golf snob, so I don’t need every round I play to be at Lake Nona or Bay Hill. I just want to have fun, have it be playable, and walk off knowing I would go back and enjoy it just as much if not more the next time. In other words, places I could play two or three times a week and never get tired of. Sebring seems to have that. And I didn’t even get to play what supposedly was the best of the four stops on our itinerary, Highlands Ridge North, since I had to leave early to get back to the real world. My loss. Upon further review I should have taken a mulligan. My boss would have understood.
We did get to see Sun N Lakes Golf Club, playing in a nine-hole scramble and then a nine-hole individual net. And even though I hadn’t swung a club in a month or so, I acquitted myself fairly well. Not that that was the point. I had a good time, playing with three friends who made it even more enjoyable. The course was open, very user-friendly. Which I needed given my rust. But depending what you wanted to chew off, it could present a challenge to the mid-handicapper as much as it could for the guy who might be trying to beat the course record. And that’s not always the easiest thing to do, believe me. This place has regularly hosted Qualifying Tournaments for the PGA Latinoamerica Tour and PGA Canadian Tour. So they must be doing something right. And we had a great time going over our rounds in the clubhouse afterward. Everyone tried to be as honest as possible. No doubt a first.
The next day we went to Pinecrest in the morning and River Greens in the afternoon. Again, both were well worth a visit. I even got a shirt from River Greens, which had a nice logo, because I just can’t help myself. Sue me. Before it was razed in 1927, the Pinecrest Hotel was a pretty special landmark. You can still see where it used to be as you make the drive in. The best part is, there are no homes or condos lining the fairways. Just orange groves and wooded areas. Imagine that. For visuals alone it gets a big thumbs up. It’s all very peaceful. So please try to appreciate the difference. River Greens might have been my favorite, even though you could still see some of the hurricane damage from months earlier. But it was pretty. A lot of water comes into play, so you might not birdie your way around. Nevertheless, you could make a low score from time to time. There’s some target golf, and you might have to think your way around. There’s a drivable par 4 on the front side, and three of the last four holes are par 5s. It’s one of those places where it just looks like they work really hard to get it right. And it shows.
The day I was leaving they went to visit the Speedway, so I missed out on that. Just gives me another reason to return. As if I really needed extra incentive. I figure I’ve only scratched the surface. Heck, I might even bring my wife. There’s every chance she could get as much if not more out of it than me. Aside from making bogeys, of course. I know she would fall in love with the hotel. That’s what happens when you’ve been married 35 years. You get a feel for that. I know how much she enjoys the nature end of it. And judging by the brochures they have almost as much of that as they have doglegs. See Highlands Hammock State Park, one of Florida’s oldest and largest. So they’re probably going to have make room for a twosome next time. Can’t say you weren’t warned.
For more information by all means go to VisitSebring.com or call 800-545-6021. Tell them the midget from Northeast Philly gave it his sincerest recommendations. If you go, on the way back to the airport say hi to Goofy for me. Another tradition.
By MIKE KERN