Men travel to the Las Vegas strip to indulge their chosen vice, whether that’s women, gambling, Michelin-starred gluttony, or golf. And the Wynn has something for all of them. The Wynn Golf Club, a public circuit with all the trappings of the poshest private country clubs – wood-and-leather-appointed locker room, hedonistic steakhouse, roaring-if-unnecessary fires – offers the only course downtown and a surprising oasis of calm in the middle of an oasis of neon in the middle of a very large desert.
The seemingly paradoxical view from the first tee, a verdant plain hemmed in by sun-baked hotels, is so lush and green we wouldn’t hazard to venture a guess at the club’s annual water bill. The fairways are as soft and smooth as poker felt. The putting surfaces are as fast (the club claims they rate 10.5 on the stimpmeter) as the Ferraris parked out front.
Designed on the site of the defunct (and demolished) Desert Inn Golf Club by legendary golf course architect Tom Fazio and Vegas hotel magnate Steve Wynn, the par 70 circuit measures 7,042 yards from the championship tees. The designers had more than 800,000 cubic yards of earth shifted to provide substantial elevation changes, fairway contours, and room for the pipes that feed the waterfall guarding the back of the green on the 18th hole, the course’s signature straightaway. Your caddy will suggest you play from a less demanding tee box to keep the pace of play up and your blood pressure down. Follow his advice; The course is designed to be as high stakes as everything else in the Wynn empire.
To add pressure, you may spot Steve himself – or at least his dogs – watching your shots from the confines of his fairway-view villa. The manse looks out on the more garish Sin City that Wynn helped create. The Vegas of old wasn’t built to accommodate this sort of irrigated extravagance.
More information: All this magic isn’t cheap; a round runs $500 – the cart is included. Still, the return is likely going to be better than what you’ll get at the craps table.