We'll save you the Mastercard parody (which is funny because Peter Pan doesn't accept plastic), but just know that the dollar amount that you'll pay to play mini-golf amongst the iconic plaster and concrete "sculptures" of this two-course mainstay is inversely proportionate to the amount of fun you're likely to have. Unless you're dead inside. In which case, what's the point of even living anymore? We'll tell you: Peter Pan is always BYOB. Priceless!
