"This spot used to be an early 20th-century trapper’s cabin that, yes, belonged to a man named Beano. But nowadays, this fine dining restaurant is pretty far removed from a place where some dude used to sleep and skin wild animals. During the winter, you can only arrive by a snowcat-drawn sleigh that picks you up at the base of the mountain. Inside, the high-ceilinged space is covered in antler chandeliers, there’s always somebody playing acoustic guitar, and the dining room overlooks the alpine meadow. Unsurprisingly, the five-course tasting menu has a ton of excellent local meats like bison tartare, rotisserie game hen, and elk." - kim fuller
Kim Fuller
