Uncle Eddy's Homemade Custard — Restaurant in North Carolina

Eddy, God rest ye’ soul Upon my awakening on the 15th day of the month of June, in the year of our Lord 2023, it was with great excitement that I looked forward to the long upheld tradition of partaking in a game of miniature golf with the children of my father’s siblings. After carefully examining the options found within the area of Hatteras Island, North Carolina, my eyes found their way to the online listing for Uncle Eddy’s Homemade Custard and 18 Hole Minigolf. Though my my suspicions were raised upon the various low ratings that presented themselves within the yelp reviews section, the words of my cousin Sarah rang within my head: “trust.” So later in the evening with the looming threat of an oncoming stormfront, we made our way to the location in question with high hopes of the entertainment to come. oh how I wish I had known. Upon first arrival at the location my immediate impression of the institution was the distinct lack of land upon which the mini-golf course had been constructed. Though I have to commend the enginuity with which the course had been constructed in order to fit the quantity of 18 holes in such a small area. What next struck me was the manner in which the interior seemed to be upkept, that being not much at all. Stains of times past and the wear of the years of operations had begun to show, and it seems with great disappointment that not much effort in the way of maintenance had been undertaken. The next occurrence that began to cement the disappointment in my mind was the miniscule size of the area that formed the perimeter of the golf course. It seems upon the initial conception of constructing a mini-golf course on that location, the original architect decided it prudent to take the term mini to its fullest extent. In juxtaposition to the abhorrent small space occupied by this course was the comparatively massive price tag associated with the entry into this location. Although to most $10 may not seem to be a price very notable of this critique, given the horrors we were soon to experience, $10 was a greatly unreasonable price, being money that if spent on a pizza would have provided not only a meal for my family, but in addition a minute amount of serotonin, which this place seemed to all but expel from my system. Upon entering the course inself, my party and I were immediately struck with the equivalent mass of a fully loaded cargo tanker’s work of mosquitoes who descended upon our flesh in order to feast upon our life sustaining hemoglobin. Although I understand that this is a natural part of the native environment, the inclusion of simple mosquito repellent devices would have gone a long way in ensuring the comfort and safety of the participants of this hell. Though in light of this lack of attention to small details, it is important to note that this mindset is one that was carried through the entire course. Much like the state of disarray we found within the interior of the building, the course was in a state of similar abandonment. Holes within the felt, starting pads that were torn and bleached by the ultraviolet rays of years of sun exposure, and areas of a clear lack of forethought with regards to the design of the holes themselves are prevalent throughout. We found it rather common in our journey of play through the course that many of the holes were designed in such a way as to make it nearly impossible to receive a fair chance of avoiding the corners and side pockets of the course. To spare the reader of further detail, I will leave you with an illustration that came to mind upon completion of the course. In the center of the play area sits a blue chair. I can only hope, and imagine, that in the era of times past Uncle Eddy himself would sit upon his throne in the midst of his creation. He would pay careful attention to each and every detail of the establishment to ensure a pleasurable and memorable experience for all who pilgrimage their way to his location. However, it seems that Eddy, and life itself, has abandoned this place. TLDR:...

Had a very entertaining experience at ol' Uncle Eddy's last week. First of all, it says it is a custard shop ... but they had one custard flavor and a bunch of ice cream. The blonde woman in charge sets the tone and I have to think most of the negative comments on here are accurate based on my brief observation of this operation. The reason my experience was entertaining is because I was there on the night that another reviewer writes about where her husband was upset about his vanilla ice cream. The scene was so ridiculous I could not pick a side. The man ordered vanilla ice cream and they gave him soft serve. Apparently he wanted hard ice cream. He proceeded to carry on and walk in and out of the shop complaining loudly to anyone who would listen (mostly other patrons as the staff could care less) until he finally got the blonde woman in charge's attention. She proceeded to argue with him in front of at least a dozen other people like me who were ordering, and probably 20 other people inside eating. All the while I watched I couldn't understand why the guy was making a fool of himself over $3, and why someone who owned an ice cream shop would allow this nonsense to continue in front of 40 other customers and refuse to give the guy his $3 back. What the earlier posts don't mention is the guy finally took his ice cream and (unsuccessfully) threw it on the ground trying to make a mess after the blonde woman humiliated him by winning the argument about whether they had a sign that said what type of ice cream they served while waving the cup of ice cream in the air saying "this is vanilla" Honestly, it was pretty funny, but some of the children - including one of mine - were upset by the scene. This was of no concern to the people working in the shop. They clearly take the position that they are getting tourist money and once they have it they will keep it and don't really care if you ever return. The capper on the night was after vanilla ice cream man threw his ice cream on the floor - he was not drunk, he was just angry and immature - another patron (an older gentleman) had seen enough and yelled at him to stop being a jerk and threw him out of the place. The ice cream was not very good - it is expensive and the service is terrible - but the entertainment ... priceless. Seriously though, there are so many fantastic places on Hatteras Island to visit, don't waste your time or subject your family to...

This place is not good, but not totally bad either. Let me start by saying, I was here years ago in the evening and was served by two women who were not very nice. They clearly didn't want to be there and it was painfully obvious to the customers. After hearing that this was not what the owner would want for their business, I decided to try again - after all they have homemade custard! Today, when I walked in, I was hit by the familiar mustiness of a former flood (which I now recall was present during my previous experience). We were greeted by a lady and gentlemen who seemed fairly indifferent. They didn't smile. Nothing made me feel welcome. I guess I didn't feel unwelcome, but I did feel uncomfortable. I ordered the mango margarita custard (I got the last of what was left) and my daughter ordered the vanilla soft serve. My daughter loved her soft serve. Mine didn't taste like mango or lime or anything close to margarita. It also had ice all over it like it was freezer burnt; although, it did not taste freezer burnt. It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't what you would expect from mango margarita custard. We walked outside and my husband and I simultaneously confirmed that nothing had changed, we wouldn't be back. It just isn't for us when there are other ice cream places in the area that offer, what we feel are, better tasting products served by smiling faces. Also, this establishment has a mini golf course. We have never played on this course, but we took a look at it when we went outside. Many of the holes are straight shots without obstacles or are very tiny squares (maybe 2.5ft x 2.5ft) where you hit the ball from the tee area directly into the hole. I'm sure this mini golf course was a fun afterthought to the business and they are working with the space they have, but it's a little odd. Maybe a nine hole course with better holes would have...