Have you ever heard someone use the word “gamey” and not really known what it meant? You probably haven’t eaten an elk, then. When Denver tries to get all sophisticated by hosting things like biennials, with ne’er a Rocky Mountain Oyster in sight, all you have to do is hop on the ol’ iron horse (RTD train, which picks up near the Convention Center) and get down to where the décor is stuffed cougar and Bambi’s on the menu. If fur doesn’t tug at your heartstrings, this place is for you. Bring your push-up bra and your stretchiest pants—if the amount of food doesn’t distend your belly, the ostrich-bloat will certainly getcha.
(Train stop: 10th and Osage station.)