Stepping Out: Cafe Jacques mixes flannel-shirt, tie crowd

In my younger, less responsible days, a trip to Laramie meant a trip to those bars that served 18-year-old Colorado State University students the liquor we thought we so desperately needed.

One poor sap would have to sip Pepsi all night to ensure safe passage back across the border to repressive Colorado, while the rest of us reveled in our new-found freedom.

We obviously had a little too much free time on our hands.

If you’ve never been there, Laramie is an interesting trip for those of us south of the border. It’s a dry, windswept and tough old town. The University of…