What’s it like?
It’s flat. Let’s get that out of the way. No crazy hills, no mountain drops, no ocean views. But that doesn’t mean boring. In fact, the layout is smart — like, engineer-smart. Fairways that look wide but tighten up right where your drive lands. Bunkers that don’t scream, but whisper “go ahead, make a mistake.”
It rewards focus. You play here, and you start thinking about angles, about wind, about your stance. It makes you want to play better, even if you don’t.

There’s two courses — St. Leon and Rot. St. Leon is the headliner, slightly tougher, with water creeping in just when you start feeling confident. Rot’s a bit more forgiving, more classic parkland vibes. Both are kept in insanely good condition. Greens roll pure. Fairways are trimmed like somebody’s hedge back home in Stuttgart.

Hole 9? Absolutely a thief.
Water on the left, OB on the right, and the green plays tight. Looks innocent from the tee, and then halfway through you’re suddenly asking your buddy if he saw where the ball went. (He didn’t. Nobody ever does.)

Atmosphere? Calm, focused, and a little stiff — in a good way.
This isn’t your beach-resort “golf in flip-flops” kind of place. Players show up in pressed polos, with clean bags and game faces. But they’re friendly too — once they see you respect the game. Nobody’s flexing, but everyone came to play. It feels... grown up. Like golf with a straight back and a solid handshake.

Facilities? German efficiency meets country club charm.
Lockers look like they were designed by BMW. Practice range is massive — and actually used, a lot. People warm up here properly. The pro shop’s got all the big brands, but everything’s folded with military precision. You start feeling like your swing should also be that crisp.

Now, let’s talk currywurst.
You finish nine, slightly annoyed at that last double bogey, and then boom — halfway house hands you a paper tray with the best currywurst you didn’t know you needed. Saucy, spicy, perfectly crispy fries. You’re suddenly at peace with the game again. Might even par the next hole out of sheer joy.