In an effort to effectively open the lines of communication and create an actionable, cohesive message, AspenSpin joined the 1% for a friendly lunch at Cloud 9 at Aspen Highlands. Our group of six included 4 moguls from Detroit, one mogul from Jersey and one ski bum / blogger....yours truly.
Click 4 pix OCCUPY CLOUD 9.
Cloud 9 is an exclusive, ski-in, ski-out (if u can) on-mountain restaurant situated in an Alpine Hut slopeside at Aspen Highlands. The wine began flowing from the get-go. The A-Team, as this group of skiers is affectionately known, left their wives, kids, nannies and problems behind to enjoy a day of skiing and a bacchanalian mid-day meal at Cloud 9. Luckily the cell service at Cloud 9 is almost non-existent...therefore we were not interrupted by those pesky "deal making calls" that ring these guys up 24/7.
We were greeted with drinks on the deck by Cloud 9's famed Chef Andres Fischbacher. We kicked our skis off outside and Andres immediately un-corked the first of many bottles of wine. The place was packed with other "one percenters" willing to pay BIG bucks to eat, drink and mingle like European Kings.
The Cloud 9 staff is always very friendly...that is until the special orders and food proclivities begin to surface. "No meat, no dairy, i'm a vegan, gluten free, kosher and completely organic" was the request from one of the higher maintenance members of the group. "I'll have what he's having" said another guy at the table. When a third member went for the vegan risotto with no sauce, it left just 3 of us to pound out sizzling raclette made with glorious meats and cheeses. The meat eaters ordered venison ragu, osso bucco and pheasant sausage to satisfy our cravings for more meat. The vegans focused on the wine. The food was great...but it was overshadowed by the copious amounts of red wine that flowed like a river. It turns out that the vegans dig the vino.
After a 3 hour lunch...no one could move. We contemplated spending the night in an effort to "Occupy Cloud 9". The authorities nixed that idea. As mentioned, cell service is sketch up there...so no bothersome calls from the girls...or the kids...or the office. The lack of communication was defining. Aspen Spin's inability to tweet or check in on Facebook left us in a tizzy, so we all decided to carefully ski down the steep and icy slopes of Aspen Highlands. We made it to the bottom safely and without inncident.
Slightly disheveled, we de-booted, struggled with our ski equipment and made it to the safe zone... a fully decked out mini-van complete with a designated driver. It was a short ride back to the "real world"...that is if you consider Aspen, the real world. Massive hangovers ensued, and no business was completed and best of all no moguls were harmed by the events revealed above. TIA. This is Aspen.