Rocky Flats Lounge
In the stony reaches at the foot of the Colorado Flatirons, midway between Boulder and Golden, there is a cluster of shacks that house one the quirkier places to quench and dine in the state. We watched for the creaking metal sign and parked the motorcycle near the leaning back gate where the regulars enter.
Rocky Flats Lounge is a watering hole on the site of a long closed-and-cleaned nuclear weapons plant. It was transformed in 1978 from the former payroll office. Their signature T-shirts urge you to “Get Nuclear Wasted”.
The original owner was from Wisconsin and made the place a mecca for all who bleed green and gold; ex-pat cheese-head Packer fans lost in Colorado. He also started importing walleye and perch for still popular Friday night fish fries.
The gritty pleasure of the place is in the outdoor facilities: the metal shack of a porch outside where the regulars hang and can watch games on an old TV.
Out back, you can gaze across the rocky flowered fields at the Flatirons, prop your feet on an old wire spool and drink a brew or throw a horseshoe.
Camping happens, and there are a couple RVs that appear pretty ensconced, tucked between some midcentury transportation. Whatever your mode, 2 or 4 wheel, roll on out to Rocky Flats Lounge when you’re in the neighborhood, and get some real bang for your buck.