Taste of Sarcasm: The Sled Haus
By Denise DePaolo
Images by Elizabeth Lucille Photography
The Sled Haus has been on my radar for several months, and I finally got there on the day that the season’s first snowflakes drifted from the sky. The Lead eatery’s façade is true to its name, a long, low angled-roofed building that would be home in any non-gentrified mountain town. A friend and I stopped in for lunch on a Tuesday. We’d tried the day before, but it’s closed on Mondays. Too bad, because (spoiler alert) we would have probably gone back a second time.
The restaurant’s interior is dark and cozy, decorated with photos and memorabilia and clever signs. The tables and chairs are homey and rustic. At the far end is a bar, behind which is a chalkboard wall scrawled with the extensive beer list. Keeping with the theme of the establishment, I ordered an Ayinger Oktoberfest from the list of German beers. My friend, a devout Coors Light drinker, was feeling saucy and let our server (who I believe was also the owner) choose a brew for her. She recommended the Paulaner Original, which went over very well. Apparently a taste of the Alps, as opposed to the Rockies.
The menu was populated with sandwiches and burgers, in addition to a couple of German-inspired selections. We were pretty darn hungry and amongst strangers, so we went ahead and ordered the Bratwurst Platter, in addition to the Pizza Burger and Black Forest sandwich for lunch. While we waited for our meal, other diners came and went, all of whom were greeted warmly and most of whom were called by name.
After about 15 minutes, our food arrived, smelling glorious.
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