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The sister bar of Flatiron’s Aspen has wood jutting out from every direction—lots of it scrounged from a Pennsylvania barn. In the back room, a nifty system of mirrors creates a visage of endlessly repeating tree trunks. A deer head is mounted on the wall and a hurricane of antlers form a chandelier. The tequila-heavy drink selection is upscale and up-priced, suiting the crowd of upwardly mobile just-beyond-youngsters. Those wondering what people eat in Colorado will be intrigued by small plates like bacon-wrapped foie-gras-stuffed prunes, bull testicles, and a Hunter Thompson–inspired “gonzo sauce.” — John Metcalfe