When I was playing regularly, I enjoyed getting to know a course and developing a love-hate relationship with it. So I'll go with Oak Hill in Norwalk, a short track that I should've beaten into submission when I could still hit long, but which always found a way to bite my ass. There are several extremely inviting risk/reward holes where a few feet either way meant a solid bird chance or a snowman. None more so than the 340-ish 18th, where there was a swale about 250-260 yds down the right side right next to thick woods. Hit the backside of that swale and you were on the apron in one. Miss and you're hitting your 3rd shot, either from tee (if you're a purist), or from 80 yards out (with drop) without a clear shot to the green.
When i lived there it was very slow play if you got out on a weekend morning, but pretty brisk if you went out late and were willing to finish in twilight. For a muni, greens were pretty good. No views, not particularly pretty, but it punished mistakes.
