Listen, sometimes an indoor, 14-hole mini-golf course opens as part of a new bar and restaurant, and they
serve pizza, beer and fried-chicken-and-waffle skewers, and the whole place used to be a mortuary.
Sometimes that happens, and there’s simply no choice but to go there and be amazed.
And so it is with great thankfulness that you find yourself living in a world alongside Urban Putt, the city’s only... place that’s like this place. It opens Monday.
It feels like just your everyday Victorian-era spot in here—filled with mini-golf holes involving submarines, ducks, windmills, Rube Goldberg contraptions and at least one giant pink octopus. Yup, typical Victorian.
So you’ll take a number and await your turn, deli-counter-style. But in the meantime you can head upstairs to the restaurant and bar. Play some skee-ball. Grab a table by the large windows. Have a beer and a deep-dish pizza, maybe topped with oysters, shiitake mushrooms and ramps.
Eventually, you’re up. Fourteen holes of glory. And if you’re still hungry, a nice person will bring you food on a stick while you play. Corn dogs, sure, or those fried-chicken-and-waffle skewers.
Somehow the stick makes it seem so new.
Sometimes that happens, and there’s simply no choice but to go there and be amazed.
And so it is with great thankfulness that you find yourself living in a world alongside Urban Putt, the city’s only... place that’s like this place. It opens Monday.
It feels like just your everyday Victorian-era spot in here—filled with mini-golf holes involving submarines, ducks, windmills, Rube Goldberg contraptions and at least one giant pink octopus. Yup, typical Victorian.
So you’ll take a number and await your turn, deli-counter-style. But in the meantime you can head upstairs to the restaurant and bar. Play some skee-ball. Grab a table by the large windows. Have a beer and a deep-dish pizza, maybe topped with oysters, shiitake mushrooms and ramps.
Eventually, you’re up. Fourteen holes of glory. And if you’re still hungry, a nice person will bring you food on a stick while you play. Corn dogs, sure, or those fried-chicken-and-waffle skewers.
Somehow the stick makes it seem so new.
