I wasn’t as brave as DiCaprio and opted for a table inside.
With an empty patio and the knowledge that I was visiting Aspen during the off-season, I didn’t expect crowds inside The White House Tavern.
But I was wrong. As I walked through the front door and stepped inside, I noticed that nearly every table was full.
Servers and hosts scurried around the small building, and it was obvious that I arrived just in time for the lunch rush.
Larger parties were told there would be a wait for a table, and I felt victorious when I grabbed one of the last high tops.
I sat across from the open kitchen, where chefs and cooks scooped salad onto plates, cut crispy chicken sandwiches in half, and piled fries into serving cups.