A miniature golf course with alcoholic popsicles

I was driving around with an old girlfriend I used to live with in waking life. "That's the place where they have alcoholic popsicles," she told me, motioning toward a building with yellow shutters and green shingles. The building was the clubhouse of a miniature golf course. I watched a few players make what would have been amazing putts but the ball was going too fast and didn't sink in the hole.

We were on the highway and I wanted to stop and get some fast food. I missed the exit to her condo which had a McDonald's by it. There wouldn't be another exit with food for a long time.