The greens, due either to Ross's original design or to the sheer smallness of the property, are as cramped as Victorian drawing rooms, but they give the course its character. Beyond that, there is much to criticize. At 6,205 yards, the par-70 layout is stunted. The greens are quaint, but they putt inconsistently and provide little hole variation. The bunkers don't drain.
Some tees get too much shade while others get too much water.
The colonnade of trees down the right side of the 10th hole fails to protect traffic on Second Avenue from sliced tee shots, which raises liability issues. As for the fairways, the current strain of bermuda grass should be called Incognito because it's overrun by invasive hybrids. This old course is, in two words, worn out. But hey, that dining-room doorjamb is where we drew lines with a pencil to chart the kids' growth. That pale spot on the floor is where Grandpa used to snooze in his Barcalounger.