A tradition started in 1952 by (now deceased) professional golfer and icon Ben Hogan, the Masters Dinner is a staple of the world of golf. Ben Hogan was an infamous golfer who now has a brand that not only sells clubs and apperal but continues to carry on his legacy. Other than his numerous golf tournament achievements, Hogan created an event that hosted a dinner for every past Masters Tournament winner (which is one of if not the biggest tournament in all of golf). These men reached such a massive landmark in their career of professional golf, and because of that all of them become part of the “Masters Club”. Every year another player wins the tournament, and other than winning the trophy they also win the opportunity to pick the menu for the next Masters Dinner.

Alright, that was just a boing background that you may or may not needed BUT it did its purpose as well as helped with the word count. LOL.

The reason I am writing about this weird dinner is that a couple of days ago the most recent Masters winner, Dustin Johnson, notified the golf community of his menu of choice.

Dustin Johnson Insta. account

You may be asking yourself, “Why would these adults care about a menu they aren’t even part-taking in?”. To be honest I don’t care enough about this dinner to wait on my hands and knees to find out the food that some guy picked. THOUGH, it is such an honor to be in the position of Dustin Johnson, that if someone was to write a golf blog they should acknowledge this historic event.

Full disclosure I accidently stumbled upon the menu and I didn’t even know that it was time for the menu to be even coming out. In saying that, I noticed the absolute coolness and realness of this honor of choosing the menu, which I think Ben Hogan was trying to create. This aspect of picking the food, allows the golfer to show their origins in which food they like and or grew up on. Dustin’s menu may say lobster and filet, but let’s be honest who wouldn’t pick those banger meals? I noticed this menu had fritters (shows Dustin’s souther background) as well as pigs in a blanket. Pigs in a blanket seems like your average joe appatizer at some rinky dick Superbowl Party, but these wealthy, put-together men are going to be enjoying them. Even though it is a classy event, we see how these gentlemen are just like us in the fact that they enjoy the same cheap greasy stuff that we do.

A menu tells a story I guess. And I guess that is my message with these 455 words.