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Thourgh the years the Dunvegan Hotel has been given a few accolades
to be proud of and we have a exerts of some below to let you see
what other people think of us:
"St Andrews hotel is favouitre 19th hole"
As
all eyes turned to Scotalnd for the Open at Carnoustie, last week
golf legend Sam Torrance scored top marks with a family-run St Andrews
hotel.
The VisitScotland golf ambassador unveiled his top things to do
and see in Scotland as part of a new national tourism campaign and
much to the delight of Jack and Sheena Willoughby, mine hosts at
the Dunvegan Hotel in St Andrews, only yards away from the 18th
green of the Old Course.
When the Citizen told them that the popular golfer has flagged up
their hotel as: "the perfect 19th hole" the couple were
obviously very proud ....
St Andrews Citizen July 2007
"A marriage made in Golf Heaven"
As you might expect from a good Scottish pub, there is a wide variety
of Scotch whiskey on the shelves behind the bar at the Dunvegan Hotel.
But on the top row, down the line from the bottles in a section labelled
"Very Fine," the keen observer will notice two small urns
that share space with the single malts. They contain the remains of
"sleepy" from Tallahasee and Tim from Chicago. Avid golfers
in life, those gentlemen requested that in death their ashes be spread
over the Old Course.
Ashes to ashes is one thing, dust to dust is quite another. The
Dunvegan it seems, was as much a part of Sleepy's and Tim's St.Andrews
experience as the Swilken Bridge. So they also specified that their
final resting place be a spot where they could eternally eavesdrop
on the post-round banter at their favourite 19th hole.
Sheena and Jack Willoughby, proprietors of the Dunvegan, obliged
without question.
more....
Golfweek October 2005
"Sinking Putts, sinking pints"
Steve Carr finds the best view of the Championship[ is 150 yards
from the 18th green - inside a St Andrews watering hole called the
Dunvegan Hotel
Thirty-nine thousand spectators poured into the scorched links
on Thursday to crane their necks over the ten-deep galleries.. The
atmosphere alone may have been worth the £30 entry fee, but
the only real way to keep track of the golf is to watch the goings-on
in a St Andrews tavern.
I find a perch in the Dunvegan, on the corner of Golf Place and
North Street - a haunt of caddies and anyone else remotely connected
with golf....Pictures of owners Sheena and Jack with the likes of
Tiger Woods, Mark O'Meara, Payne Stewart and George Bush line the
walls, and the lager count is on a par with the birdies being sunk
on the course.
Golf World September 2000
"Postcard from St Andrews, Scotland"
So we visited graveyards and golf shops and the Royal & Ancient
Clubhouse. In St Andrews, there were really only a couple of things
left, churches and pubs, and the Dunvegan Hotel and Bar essentially
serves as both. It is the chapel for all of the pilgrims who have
come to worship the golf gods at the Home of Golf.
The Dunvegan is owned and operated by an American from Houston,
Jack Willoughby, who made it good in the oil business here, married
Scottish lass, Sheena, and has made his pub The Place to Be.
During the Open, the players, caddies and fans mix all day and
into the night at the Dunvegan, which is about 100 steps from the
back of the Old Course's 18th green. They come for the beer, the
"Half Monty" business and the burgers Jack personally
barbecues n the Dunvegan porch.
Tuesday night, Fred Couples sat at a corner table, clearly enjoying
himself, his hat tipped slightly askew. Later Pat Perez got into
a lively "debate" with a handful of scribes. Three hours
and quite a few pints later, everybody went home happy.
The walls are packed with photographs of Dunvegan customers, famous
or not. Payne Stewart posed for a photo with Sheena a couple of
weeks before he died. On the shelf behind the bar, Willoughby shows
off the urns containing the ashes of Tim from Chicago and "sleepy"
of Tallahassee, Fla. The two requested that their ashes be sprinkled
on the Old Course, with some saved for the Dunvegan. And you though
Norm loved Cheers.
Tod Leonard
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