Certain activities demand certain fuels -- like marathon runners with Power Bars, and astronauts with Tang. When skiers feel mountain chili's coming up short, there's Mammoth's Whitebark.
Themed after "our country's national parks" (river rocks hanging above tables, bar carved from 200-year-old walnut tree, stolen from Indians, etc), Whitebark's a high-end breakfast/lunch/dinner spot nestled right by the Gondola. The pre-ski highlight's The Farm Scramble, w/ ham, sausage, bacon, caramelized onion, and Wisconsin cheddar; lunch ranges from tenderloin sandwiches to moo shoo duck lettuce wraps; while dinner runs the gamut from venison ossu bucco to quail empanadas -- because the true sportsman eats what he can, and sells the rest to a food cart owner named Sancho. Meanwhile, the monster salad bar's winter-insulation compliant, allowing you to undermine your greens with toppings like pecorino and crispy prosciutto (think Bacos that ride a moped and still lives with their mother).
Because skiing requires enhanced judgment, Whitebark's bar features concoctions like The Alpine (Bailey's ice cream w/ Rumplemintz) and the Lemon Cottontini (Ketel Citron and cotton candy) -- mandatory fuel if you caught an edge and took a bone-crushing Tilt-a-Whirl ride into a ravine.