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| - At 10:30 on a Saturday night, my husband and I had been at home, debating what we wanted to do that night, since about 7, when he finally grabbed the keys and declared we were going minigolfing. I did not know there was a minigolf place open until midnight in Vegas, but there is. And it is cheap! And it is Awesome!
So we went to King Putt. It was great. If you go to mini-golf expecting anything more than campy fun, I consider you to be a silly person. It was about $20 for the two of us, proving I can be a very cheap date.
As far as decor; my inner 9 year old was a-twitter. It's all blacklit scenes of funny and happy and ridiculous jungle and ocean animals. My favorite is the Worried Farting Manatee. You should probably go just to see the worried farting manatee. The rest of the art is actually really quite good, too. Far better than your typical blacklight airbrush work, I imagine they hired some local pros, or at the very least, talented semi-pros.
The man at the door was polite and friendly, and seemed ready to explain things if we were unaware of how mini-golf works. Some mini-golf places, if not properly tended, can become sad, sad places, with chipped balls and bent putters whose ends have been picked at by assholes who ruin things for other people. Our putters were clean, straight, and good as new. So were the balls. Even the (adorable, tupperware) water hazards were clean and not smelly. The hazards, traps, ramps and things all worked, and were all a pretty decent challenge.
King Putt has a home-grown, well tended vibe. There were two groups in front of us; a family with 3 kids out for a fun night that seemed to be having a blast. They were slow and liked to pose in front of the animals, but we weren't there to rush, so it was fine. The other group was a group of 5 teenagers who must have been the nicest Mayberry-Vegas-est teenagers ever. They were at mini golf at 11:30 on a saturday, for crying out loud. Oooo, mischievous. They were shockingly terrible at Mini-golf, and this provided at least 1/3 of our entertainment for the evening.
So yeah, you want to have a really fun, totally clean cut night of laughing at your own ineptitude? King Putt, all the way.
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