| American writer Roland Merullo has been enjoying golf in Italy for over two decades. “In most ways, golf in Italy is like golf elsewhere, with certain delectable differences,” he says.
After making the turn at Italy’s top-ranked course, his two local playing partners asked if he’d like a bite before playing the back. “I assumed, as most Americans would, that they meant a quick panini and a bottle of cold Peroni,” Merullo recalls. “Instead, we were seated at cloth-covered patio tables and served a meal of salad, pasta, wine, espresso and a slice of torta before staggering off to the 10th tee.”
As the Ryder Cup heads to Rome, Merullo reflects on his love affair with golf in the land of Michelangelo. |
