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Cynics might find the log-cabin interior, mounted deer heads, idle kayak and latrine-pail lighting fixtures too corny by half but after settling into an overstuffed armchair by the wood-burning fireplace or catching a whiff of the s’mores cooking at the butcher-block tables, they’re apt to grab a game of Operation or Jenga and—with the help of a creamy vanilla martini topped by a hot marshmallow—let any snide condescension go. Blown-up photographs of mountain lakes and reservoirs behind the front bar plus a wall-size mural of autumn foliage are as close as you’ll get to Mother Nature, however, since the so-called garden is nothing more than a glorified alley where smokers hover around tiny metal tables. And don’t expect to hear classic country or Appalachian folk emanating from the rough-hewn D.J. booth either: Low-key rock tunes are the source for any singalongs here. — Julia Langbein

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