Aspen: The Plane Fare Was Too Much Anyway…
I’ve had dinner in an Aspen ski lodge, or rather, I’m convinced I have. Maybe this ski lodge wasn’t actually in Aspen, but an Aspen ski lodge it was. You must wonder what I’m babbling about. Well, there is a restaurant in Manhattan that works to deliver the posh coziness of the ritzy ski village Aspen directly to New Yorkers.
Because I’m terrible at skiing and the plane fare didn’t seem worth it, Aspen in flatiron seemed like a good enough way to get acquainted with the ski bunny vibe. And it did not disappoint. Supremely atmospheric, this ski lodge-themed spot on 22nd St scores highly on scene. The front lounge exudes warmth with wood-paneled walls from a barn in Pennsylvania, real Aspen birch trees, a lucite deer head, a copper-topped bar, and hand-blown light fixtures. The back dining room is dominated by a large roaring fire in the winter and babbling brook in the summer. Diners can eat around this centerpice or in the large white leather banquettes that look like fluffy mounds of snow.
While the emphasis is definitely on the decor, the food is actually surprisingly good. Offering innovative riffs on traditional American dishes, the menu ranges from crab cakes, bison sliders, and flatiron steak to spinach salad, tuna tartare, wild salmon with lentils and beets, and seared yellowfin tuna. A side of three cheese mac & cheese sounds remarkably decadent.
But let’s be serious: the food doesn’t really matter here. Come to imbibe the modern heart-warming cocktails (the bartender will mix up something surprising to keep you warm in the cold winter months) and to slip away to your own urban ski chalet. Don’t wear a hat and mittens, you’ll look silly with all fashionable New Yorkers slinking around.