There is a bar in Denver where the trees grow indoors, fire pits crackle beside your picnic table, and a book vending machine waits quietly under the staircase. The decor is equal parts summer camp and art installation, and every corner holds something new to notice.
I had heard about this place from a friend who kept saying it felt like camping without the sleeping bag, and I honestly thought she was exaggerating. She was not.
Forest Room 5 is one of those rare spots that delivers exactly what it promises, and then a little more, which is why I could not stop thinking about it long after I left Denver…