The Clubhouse and the Cougar

... not a clubhouse like little boys hang out in and not a cougar
like the ones that scream in the night... well, no, I guess that's
not the right thing to say they don't do... they might, at that.


I was so caught up in that tale about the young doctors weekend
getaway, I forgot to regale the story about lunch at the clubhouse.
Lunch at the Koele clubhouse is just SO tasty.


You have to go at least once every visit.
They make this amazing salad that has avocadoes, turkey, bacon,
tomatoes, lettuce, etc.
It is to die for!
They have a sandwich that has the same stuff if you are not a salad
person.
You have a choice of balsamic vinaigrette or caesar dressing.
Last time I had caesar, this time balsamic.
I think I prefer the caesar.


They also mix the most amazing drinks there.
Top picks are the Mai Tai and the Lava Flow.
Their Lava Flow is unlike any other I have ever had... like the other
Lava Flows, it is basically a Pina Colada with a swirl of pureed
strawberry... but theirs also includes banana... YUMMY!!!
And of course, like all the best cocktails, you don't taste the alcohol.
It just tastes like a really good smoothie.


Tim ordered this huge roast beef sandwich with grilled onions and
peppers and cheese.
It's a little too glucktious (new word, don't bother looking it
up...) for my tastes, but he adores his meat.


So we were sitting there, on the outside deck, enjoying a view of the
greens and the most attractive lake/water hazard.
They have lovely outdoor seating, with big canvas umbrellas to shield
you from the sun as you enjoy your drinks and comestibles.


It's also a great place for people-watching.


There are always some golfers, of course... a clatch of Japanese were
gathered one table over. They were questioning the waitress on which
food could be served the fastest, as they had a tee time to make.


We, too, were originally going out, Tim was going to golf and I was
going to drive, but his back was hurting him too much and we decided
it was better to not spend the money if he was just going to further
injure himself. He said he would rather put the money towards me
getting a massage the next morning, which was really much appreciated and needed after that whole watch fiasco.


Then there was the table 2 down of two girls who obviously lived on
Lanai... they had come from some office where they work and probably visit the clubhouse for lunch frequently.


At the table beyond them was a woman most aptly described as a "cougar."


Her name was Sunny or Rocky or Staz or Jackson... something powerful that meant business.
She looked rather like Racquel Welch, and it was obvious she was no
stranger to the Good Life... she appeared to be an island resident.


She had deeply tanned skin and enjoyed trips to the spa with
uncompromising regularity.
An exquisite gold collar adorned her neckline and top-shelf cosmetics
glossed her weathered features.


She, like Tim, had ordered the roast beef sandwich, along with a Coors Light.
She always enjoyed fresh meat at every meal... having always been of
the opinion that salads were for little girls and homosexuals.


She was shopping buddies with Joan Collins and read books by Jackie
Collins.


Whatever she wanted, she got.
Without question.
Whomever stood in her way was annihilated.


She would not hesitate to invite the handsome young cabana boy back
to her suite.


On the court, she would strike a vicious serve and make you wish
you'd stayed safe in your lounge chair at the pool.


She found herself lost in a trashy paperback and the pleasures of the moment.


At long last, she polished off her sandwich, relishing the decadence of it all by licking the last droplet of gravy from her pinky and savoring the final sip of her Coors Light.


She slunk lazily in her chair with her long legs extended, tilted her head back and stretched languidly in the sun to enjoy the sultry afternoon on the clubhouse deck.


Where she went from there is anyone's guess...


Don't you just love the clubhouse?


Lunch at the clubhouse is always so much more than a feast for your palate... it's a feast for your imagination!


Bon appetit!