My wife and I went to Crested Butte for a getaway ...

My wife and I went to Crested Butte for a getaway vacation from Denver. We had hoped for a good dinner to top off our time in the mountains. Fate had other plans. We went to this restaurant on our last night and shame and sadness ensued upon our departure. When you enter the restaurant you are greeted by a large staircase. At top of said staircase you find several servers with no intention of actually greeting you. Instead you walk blindly into the restaurant until Jennifer and Jane (names changed) stop chatting to ask you "what they can do for you." This gives me pause, as it is a restaurant, so I kindly reply, "dinner". The prime rib "special" came out mooing. I anticipated our server to check that everything came out alright from the kitchen, which did not happen. I finally flagged a server who came over and took care of the cow situation. OUR server, I believe her name was Rachel Shnozman, finally came over and I requested a 90 shilling draft (simple request). After five minutes of seeing my beer from afar at the bar waiting (and warming) for delivery pickup, I finally went over and got it myself. EPIC WAITRESS FAILURE. I fully expect bad service at Taco Bell as well as impending diarrhea and cramps. However, at a restaurant in the premier ski resort town, I expected higher levels of service and satisfaction. Instead I have a sour taste for Crested Butte and a sour stomach. I highly recommend all snobby rich people with taste to avoid this place. Spend you daddy's money somewhere better.