"Housed in a Victorian-era charmer, Steakhouse No. 316 serves up drama with its dry-aged beef. Inside, it’s romantic with red booths, dim lighting, and just enough edge to feel like a speakeasy for carnivores. The menu leans classic steakhouse, but with Aspen excess dialed all the way up: raw bar towers, truffle-topped cuts, and add-ons like lobster tail or crab Oscar, plus eight decadent sauces (pro tip: go blue cheese bone marrow butter or go home). Don’t sleep on the sides — especially Lulu’s kale salad (a nod to the previous restaurant tenant) and the béarnaise-drenched potato pavés locals call “crack potatoes” for a reason. Reservations drop 30 days out, and if you want to eat like an aristocrat, set that calendar reminder." - Katie Shapiro