True story:
Years ago, Naccarato came to #10 at PV and asked his caddy how far it was.
His caddy pulled a 7-iron and Tommy waved him off, grabbing an 8 instead.
"That is not enough to get over the Devil's Asshole," said the sensible bag toter.
The response: "Do you think I flew all the way across the country *not* to play out of that bunker?"
Who could possibly resist tossing a couple balls in the Road Bunker and giving it a try? You think my first go-round at Oakmont I was not dying to do the same in the Church Pews?
The problem is not that this or that course has individually notable features - Principal's Nose et. al - it is the pejorative calling it a "signature" element.
Look, I love NYC (what is left of it, after DiBlasio) as a whole, but the notable landmarks provide unique and notable demarcation points along the way - just like the island green in Florida.
The problem with the word "signature" is it suggests something non-organic, added as an egocentric homage to the designer. Pete Dye had "signature elements" that shrieked of his style, but then again, so did Raynor.
Interesting, given I've got a solid grasp of (for example) TD and C&C's work, I cannot honestly identify a single repeated element . . . . or something that screams "look at what a cool thing I added in, doesn't it look like me?"
Some required serious juevos to insist upon to the client, but their "signature" elements are really rooted in avoiding any discernible signature. Jeff Bradley's bunkers are fabulously naturalistic, but I never look at one and think "he nicked that idea from such and such course."
I'm not sure which is better, but everything is context. Years ago, somebody came up with the notion of building a Church Pews bunker on our Ocean Course (Olympic) and it was laughably out of place . . . . a ham-handed pastiche that said more about a retarded Green Chair than the bunker itself.