All this healthy living...it's hurting my head. I've just driven into downtown Boulder, Colorado, after flying in from New York City, and already I've spotted five mountain bikers, two in-line skaters and countless joggers, all frolicking in the sun. Locals, most of whom appear to be tan and fit, are fond of pointing out that their city has more days of sunshine than San Diego.
Boulder's Alpine blue skies and gorgeous Rocky Mountain setting have made it a kind of sports heaven. Boulder was recently voted "Number One Running City" by Runner's World, "Best Place to Be an Überjock" by Outside and "Thinnest City in America" by Self. As promised, Boulderites are an active bunch; you get the feeling that anyone who joins the city's tax rolls is immediately given an SUV with a ski-and-bike rack and a full wardrobe of Patagonia fleece.
Despite Boulder's obsession with fitness, some excellent restaurants had recently opened here, I'd heard, one co-owned by two alums of Napa Valley's vaunted French Laundry. I'm skeptical about finding great food in a town like this, but curious enough to pay a visit.