WARNING: If you are a strict vegan, abandon this post.
To truly get into sweater season we hit Denver’s oldest restaurant, THE BUCKHORN EXCHANGE, to feast on quail + rattlesnack and marvel at mounted buffalo. This place is like a movie set. Unreal. And not much has changed since the days that Buffalo Bill + Teddy Roosevelt held court at wooden poker tables under their prize game.
Looking ironically Amish in the saloon bathroom that once housed a brothel.