I've had some great lunches but on a hot summer day in Virginia I'm just fine with a hot dog and a Miller Lite at the turn.
In a snowstorm in CT too...
I'm so down with that... to add the "gourmet" best element to it, I say that the best of such hot dogs (especially the Coney Island-casing type) are often boiled first,
then put on the griddle or the roller for a couple minutes; while you collect your brew, and bag of Fritos, they are then presented snappy and delicious with a pickle.
***I love winning the 9th hole and thus 10th hole honor, so I can collect my order, drop into the cart, hit first, then sit back in cart while they dawdle and hit, while I savor the red hot in relative un-rushed peace.***
(Another note...someone mentioned a piper at sunset...? Am I the only one who really doesn't like that? To start with, it seems faux to me in any culture (like America?) where the pipes are not regularly heard. But also too, that droning bleat grates on me within a minute and its best appreciated by my ears at a distance of 300 or 400 yards. At a Royal Bank of Scotland of outing, I
know I saw Nicklaus wincing when the guy was 40 feet away on the other side of the room.