In our mountains, a winter dinner is something you travel for. Long after the daily skiers go home, a few rifugi keep their fires burning into the night.
It is a game of sharp contrasts. You travel through the freezing, pitch-black woods and step straight into a warm, lively room: a roaring stove, heavy wooden tables, and the smell of slow-cooked goulash and melted cheese.
Tables fill up fast. Call the chalet directly to book your table and ask for the exact way up. Whether it’s an evening lift or a snowcat ride, every cabin has its own way of getting you there.