Bill H.
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Links, an American Grill — the clubhouse refuge where Harbour Town golfers go to recover their souls after Dye has rearranged their confidence. I wandered in expecting a typical resort restaurant and instead found a place that feels like someone crossed a proper steakhouse with a museum curated by people who actually care.
The filet was the star of the whole operation — tender, perfectly cooked, no unnecessary frills, just pure, disciplined carnivore joy.
The drink selection doesn’t mess around either; you can go classic, go local, or just point at something and trust the bartender to save you from yourself.
Breakfast is no slouch either — the American breakfast hits all the basics you need before you go back out into battle: eggs done right, bacon that actually tastes like bacon, and enough fuel to get you through those tight Harbour Town fairways without losing your sanity.
But the vibe steals the show. The walls are lined with fantastic paintings and historic pieces, and you can wander right into the Pete Dye Room — a miniature museum celebrating the mad genius behind the course. Old sketches, models, photos, the whole evolution of Harbour Town laid out like a roadmap of controlled chaos. You feel like you’re soaking in golf history, not just calories.