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On a sunny Sunday late morning, my neighbor, "Hollywood" and I decided it was high time to hit the links, so we packed up the Noodles mobile, a "Willy's Wheeler" Wrangler and set our sights on Harmony Ridge Golf Club in Ambridge, PA. The journey started with a bit of a hiccup when Google Maps led us astray with a closed road, but after a scenic detour through Ambridge, a gas-up, Hollywood grabbing a donut, and me stocking up on Gatorade, we were back on track—beer had been packed beforehand, after all.

Arriving at Harmony Ridge, we were immediately struck by the friendliness of the service, especially at the Tiki Bar. With ice buckets of six beers for just ten bucks, we quickly realized that bringing our own brews next time might be unnecessary. The course itself, a 9-hole layout that doubles back with different tee boxes for those playing 18, was a delightful challenge. The variety, like hole No. 9 which plays as a par 3 on the front and a tough par 4 on the back, kept things interesting. Despite the tips sheet’s suggestion of a 365-yard drive over a tree for an eagle chance, Hollywood and I were more grounded in our golfing reality—those eagles were definitely not within our reach.

As the day progressed, the course got busier with new golfers teeing off and others looping back after the front 9. This made for a lively atmosphere, even allowing us to meet a group of youngsters around 12-14 years old, who kindly let us play through. The fairways were meticulously kept, and the small, well-protected greens made for challenging approaches, especially with my nemesis: slopes that seemed to steer my seemingly good shots off the fairways more often than not.

After navigating the hilly terrain and the tricky greens, both Hollywood and I were ready to retire our scorecards in flames, but Carly—known to us at AcrossPittsburgh as "Phoenix," one of our editors—was there to lift our spirits. Her offering of two hot dogs and a bag of chips for five bucks, alongside the coldest Yuengling beer, was the perfect salve for our bruised golf egos. We joked that we didn't catch any eagles on the course, but we certainly caught a couple printed on our beer cans.

All in all, despite the golfing challenges and our high scorecards, our day at Harmony Ridge was an absolute blast. It's the kind of place that calls you back, not just for the beautiful course and great deals but for the sheer joy of the game and the good company. Hollywood and I can’t wait to return, lose a few more golf balls, and maybe, just maybe, get a bit closer to those elusive eagles—on the course or on the cans.