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Crazy golf 2024:
an overview

Opening hours:

Weekday:                                     12:00 noon

Weekends/public holidays:              11:00 am

Last round of the day:                    6:00 pm

Everything closes at                       7:00 pm

Closed on Tuesdays.

 - We don't accept payment by card. We take cash only. You can have a receipt if you want one.

- We don't open earlier or close later than at the times mentioned above. Yes, this also applies for groups of schoolchildren and company parties.

Why's that, then?

In the past, we had too many groups who turned up too late (or not at all) and/or only consisted of five people when they said they'd be bringing ten times as many, "because the weather was bad" or "because the schoolchildren found a more interesting project at short notice".

- We don't take reservations.

Why's that, then?

See above.

- We don't rent out the entire course for private parties or company events.

Why's that, then?

When the course is open, it's open for everybody.

- We don't let stag-nighters or hen-partiers onto the course.

Why's that, then?:

Short version: They're bad for business.

Longer version: See "A few answers to a few questions."

- We open on public holidays at 11:00 am.

Why's that, then?

Because we want to make a bit of money and don't have any friends.

- If you want to contact us, please do so via the contact form rather than by phone

Why's that, then?:

Particularly at weekends, but also during the week as well, we often don't have time to answer the phone.

Important dates in the next few weeks:

- We might be buying lavatory paper next Thursday.

A few answers to
a few questions.

- When are you shutting up shop for winter?

We're not. We're open (almost) all year round. Of course, there's less time to play crazy golf in winter than there is in summer because it gets darker earlier, but we're open nonetheless. Except on Tuesdays.

- Yes, but you don't open when the weather's bad, do you? 

Yes we do. Come rain, shine, hurricane or snowstorm, we're open when we say we are. If the golf course is iced up, then we don't open it for safety reasons, but you can still have something to eat or drink at the hut. Except on Tuesdays.

- Yes, but is it worth your while opening up in winter?

Mind your own business.

- Why can't we incorporate a round of golf into our stag-night/hen-party celebrations?

We try to be as democratic as possible at all times.

So when we see a group of stag-nighters or hen-partiers, we ask ourselves one quick, simple question:


"Do we honestly believe that the majority of our customers, who want nothing more than a quick round of golf with their friends and family, would like to be surrounded by a group of bellowing blokes or squawking women with a handcart full of hard alcohol (which they've brought with them, as we don't sell it), a despicably loud sound system and the inability to either stand up or speak properly, who dominate the whole course simply because the drunken bloke wearing a tutu or the drunken woman dressed up  as Princess Leia is going to sign a couple of official forms in the near future?

Our answer is always, "No, we honestly don't believe that, not really."

Of course, "believe" and "know" aren't synonyms. We have to admit that we've never conducted any empirical studies on this subject. What we do know, however, is that we've had several complaints about wedding parties in the past, burt we've never, not once, had anybody come up to us and say, "That group of drunkards who made too much noise, fell over and relieved themselves without removing the appropriate items of clothing first were truly awesome. I'm only coming back if you can promise that they'll always be here."

- Do you sell chips?


- Why not? If I were you, I'd sell chips.

Well, let's be happy that we're us and you're you, then, shall we?

Listen, Sherlock: If you were us, you wouldn't sell chips. Because to sell chips, you'd have to do building work on the hut (ventilation systems, stuff like that), and you wouldn't be allowed to. 

Unless you'd want to sell oven chips. But then nobody would buy them, because they taste like the bags they're sold in.

- Are you really as rude as some people on the internet say you are?

Well, we do manage to say "Good morning", "Please", "Thank You" and Goodbye". Sometimes we even say it at the right time as well.

However, we occasionally use the imperative. For example:

- If we see you trampling all over our holes, we use the imperative to tell you to flipping well stop. Because you're not allowed to trample all over our holes. There are some courses where you can trample all over the holes because the holes are made of concrete, but ours isn't one of them. Our holes are very thin and can easily break under the weight of a human body.

Just as an aside: There are over twenty "Bahnen nicht betreten" signs on the course. "Bahnen nicht betreten" means, loosely translated, "If you trample all over our holes, you'll be told in no uncertain terms to flipping well stop." Eighteen of these signs are at the start of each hole, where you tee off.

- If you attempt to sneak onto the course without paying and we get wind of it, we use the imperative to inform you that you either buy a ticket or you scuttle off somewhere else.

- If you use a golf club not for the purpose for which it's intended, but as a weapon or as a spade or as a means of destroying our property, we use the imperative to inform you that you shouldn't.*

(* As the age group of the people who do this isn't one that normally reads long texts on the internet, we've got something for the accompanying adults: Your children may be gifted in all other areas of life, but they're still not allowed to smash up our stuff. Not even if the children are disappointed because they were so looking forward to stuffing their collective face with the chips that we don't sell.)

- If we see you unpacking your own food and drink at our tables because you think we're a public picnic area, we use the imperative to inform you about how cheap and scabby your behaviour is.

And we're going to keep on using the sort of language we use in the situations mentioned above. And if that means that we get one-star reviews online, then so be it. Getting stars was important to us when we were at primary school, but our priorities have changed a bit since then.

And since we're on a roll:

It's sometimes more "polite" if you voice your complaints immediately (and you can even use the imperative). It's less "polite" to bottle out of any confrontation at the time and then write an alphabet soup of an online review after you get home. 

Der Torhüter

January 2019


We no longer rent out football goals. The goals are still stored on the crazy golf course, but they don't belong to us anymore. They belong to football teams - and they don't rent them out, either.

We apologise to those of you who used to enjoy renting out the goals and who knew how to treat them properly (and, when it came to paying and bringing the goals back on time) treated us properly. But, believe us, you were in a minority.



We're here:

Minigolf im Stadtpark

Südring 5
22303 Hamburg

Tel.: 0176 / 35 75 75 65


Opening hours:


Weekdays:                       12:00 noon

Weekends/public holidays: 11:00 am

Closed on Tuesdays.



€ 3.50 per person per round

(Cash only)

How to get here:

Underground: Line U3 (yellow) to 'Borgweg (Stadtpark)'

Bus: 6


When you leave the underground station, go left until you reach the crossroads. First cross Borgweg, then cross Südring.


In front of you, there's a path that goes a bit to the right. Walk up that for about 100 metres, then turn left. After a further 150 metres, you'll see a children's playground on the left. At the far end, there's a grubby white kiosk. That's us. 

June 2018


As people have been bothering us on the phone quite a lot in the last few weeks:

Dogs are welcome on our golf course. However, please ensure that your pooches don't dig holes in the lawn, don't do plop and/or spew up on the holes (or anywhere else) and don't try to mount the obstacles or the other guests.


(These rules also apply to the dog-owners, of course.)

November 2016


If you're on the look-out for the anti-present to end all anti-presents this Christmas, then you could do worse than buy one of our gift vouchers


Brand-new, unbeatable value for money and really, really mediocre, these sort of postcard things let your lack of imagination run riot. You decide how many rounds of crazy golf and/or drinks you're prepared to fork out for, we write the number(s) in biro on the voucher, you give us money, we stamp it and that's it. In short, it's one of the most unromantic and thoughtless gestures you'll ever make.


Oh, and you get a free envelope as well.

February 2016


In the last few days, the weather has been unsually mild. Which is why, the first weekend in March, we'll be reintroducing ice cream to our portfolio.


We're currently planning to negotiate terms with an exclusive Italian ice cream manufacturer based in a small village in Abruzzo. Now in its 27th generation, this family-run business creates each and every one of its treasures from the milk of hand-raised asses (oo-err, missus). The wafers are sculptured by the highly-skilled specialists at the in-house biscotteria.


In the likely event of these negotiations breaking down before they've started, we'll be resorting to Plan B: lovingly pre-packed ice cream straight from our state-of-the-art freezer.

January 2016


To mark our first anniversary, we originally intended to take a look back at everything that’s happened in the last twelve months. To spew forth loads of anecdotes so tedious that we fall asleep just telling them. To wear out clichés that always come to the fore in celebratory speeches ("And then we said, 'Well if you don’t buy a ticket, you can’t win the raffle' and then we did this and then we did that and ... just shut up, will you"). And, of course, to thank our mums and dads, without whom none of this would have been possible.


Instead, we’d just like to say: Many thanks to everybody who visited and supported us in 2015. 


September 2015


We've got wood: You can now rent Kubb sets from us.


Originally from Scandinavia, this game isn’t fit to tie crazy golf’s shoelaces, of course, and it’s also highly complex: You throw wooden rods at small wooden blocks; at the end, you throw wooden rods at a big wooden block. Nonetheless, it’ll guarantee literally minutes of fun the whole day long.



August 2015


To reflect the cosmopolitan nature of crazy golf, we proudly present a new addition to our drinks list: Cider.


For those of you fortunate enough not to come from the deepest West Country backwaters: Cider is an alcoholic, apple-based beverage boasting a fresh, mischievous aroma with a smidgeon of lemon grass and bulrushes as well as a carefree, submissive after-taste redolent of muckspreaders and muddy gumboots. In short, the perfect complement to 18 holes of crazy golf.


Unless it’s served warm. Then it tastes like something no man, woman or child should ever experience.

June 2015


As every schoolchild knows, the way to a crazy-golf player's heart is through their stomach. Which is why we've revamped our menu – with a new range of set meals.


With these delicacies, which don't so much bend the rules of nutritional science as snap them over their thigh and toss them over their shoulder with abandon, you can, as William Shakespeare may or may not have said, "stuff thy stuffin' face."


The mere thought of these three epicurean delights – low-protein, high-carb or a combination of the two – makes our mouths and our doctor's eyes water in equal measure.


May 2015


After tarting up the kiosk, we didn't just have a bit of paint left over; we'd been bitten by the DIY bug. Which is why we decided to paint the inside walls of the lavatories as well.


Ladies who choose to powder their nose in our chamber can crouch back and enjoy a blue tone that's every bit as calming as the shimmering seas of the Caribbean, the Seychelles or the Severn Estuary.


Just one wall away, gentlemen can do their numbers in khaki-brown surroundings that exude just the right degree of masculinity. Why, if the khazis weren't as clean and aromatic as they are, you could be forgiven for thinking you're standing outside having a Jimmy Riddle in the bushes, just like everybody else.


27th February 2015


It's almost March. And March isn't winter, it's spring.


Which is why the kiosk now has .... ice cream! 


We don't do 'proper' ice cream; we're better than that. We've got pre-packed ice cream. Cold, tasty, sweet, affordable and another adjective that I can't think of at the moment.


And that's not all. We've also got two new sets of tables and benches for our guests as well as a brand-new Weizenbier glass. 


1st January 2015


The New Year's Eve party has been and gone. And what a party it was.


The wine, beer and coffee flowed well into mid-afternoon. The number of golfers almost reached double figures. The temperature of the mulled wine was gloriously unpredictable and the doughnuts wouldn't have been snapped up more quickly even if they hadn't been free. This party will remain indelibly etched in the memory of all who attended it for, quite literally, hours. 


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