Okay, that is quite enough smugness out of you limey-ass twats about "quid this" and whatever else you call your funny money. Here on the American West Coast, the formula is really simple: Distance, Fees, Quality . . . pick any two.
Oh yes, there are the occasional exceptions - usually a muni with a devoted Park & Rec Department - but they are generally a losing proposition for the city or county - especially since city workers have wildly lucrative health and pension plans.
In other words, the idiots who run the city are too cowardly to tell the rich-ass seniors that cheap golf is not an entitlement . . . . but all of them reliably vote their amusements a chunk of your earnings through taxes, so the Pelosians dare not serve even a morsel of the shit sandwich to their seasoned citizens.
But I'll disagree with St. Tom here - because "cheap and cheerful" is an easy objective - provided the barrier of entry does not involve millions of dollars in legal fees to develop a golf course.
Environuts have made it almost impossible to build even abbreviated golf courses in the thousands of acres of ground near our home - but peep nary a word when home and condo developers make "donations" to the coffers of the well-organized, useful idiots who act as gatekeepers . . . . Antifa, except with J.D. degrees.
Our low-vibratory "Solicitors" are allowed to pretend to be "Barristers" . . . . . . since American judges will entertain unlimited nonsense - the "Full employment act" for lawyers nobody wants to talk about.
The Sierra Club here has also become a holding tank for fist-waving women in comfortable shoes and lawyers too fucking anti-social to ever get a real job. Most would be chimney sweeps in London if not for an avalanche of unaccredited law schools, training rich suckers for a career in making insurance companies rich.
The only golf exceptions left are places like Gleneagles GC at Mclaren Park in S.F. . . . . it used to be a pile of shit muni, surrounded by projects and gunfire, until a local iconoclast bought it and turned it into perhaps the best 9-hole golf course in the west.
Cold Anchor Steam beer - serve yourself - mismatched chairs in the clubhouse (but each comfortable) and lovely corn beef sandwiches with pickled eggs. The only rule is hash pipes and doobies must be enjoyed outside on the benches.
$33 dollars - two sets of tees on each hole for a full 18 - and a gamblin' skins game for anybody who dares the locals, all of which look off-duty from the sewer and roadie departments.
Aside from that, Skywest in Hayward shrieks hink-a-dink architecture in spots, but the quirk is fun, the beer is cold, the barmaids daughter has just enough tramp to give you a chuckle - and for the price of a round, the "Head Pro" will give you the same putting lesson he claims came from George Low . . . . if you don't know who that is, I cannot help you.