Reviewed: The Woods Jupiter
/Josh Sens at golf.com does a nice job balancing restaurant review with scene setting anecdotes and caps it off with a sighting of The Man of the moment in Jupiter.
A snippet:
I squeeze my way up front, through a scrum of silver foxes and platinum blonds. The scene is moneyed Florida in microcosm, as if a nightclub mated with a country club. Many of the men look like Ted Bishop. Many of the women have that new-wife smell.
“Think he’ll be here tonight?” I ask the bartender, a comely twenty-something who, like all the staffers, wears sports attire adorned with swooshes. Hers: a Nike golf skirt and black Nike top. Natalie Gulbis would play her in the movie.
She cups an ear. I repeat the query.
“Who’s he?” she answers coyly, and hands me a margarita that’s only a shade smaller than the Claret Jug.