Grace and Grandeur on Florida’s Gold Coast

Florida's Gold Coast

Florida's Gold Coast

I’ve been hanging out in Aspen for nearly two weeks now.  I often spend a part of off-season here with my dad in his condo where he resides part-time.  We both enjoy this in-between time when the crowds have gone home and life is no busier than the patio of Mezzaluna on a bright, spring day.  (Still totally manageable.)  There’s also more to do and see here than in Telluride during the shoulder season, especially with Aspen Highlands remaining open an extra two weekends in April.  (More on that later.)

As our high-altitude sun melts the winter snow, however, I can’t help thinking about how nice it would be to find myself on a beach.  Thankfully I’m able to live many wonderful travel experiences through friends and contributors that dutifully report back to me.  So when I can carve out the time to travel some distance, I know exactly where I want to find myself.

One of Many Cozy Nooks at The Colony Hotel & Cabana Club

A Colorful Cozy Nook at The Colony Hotel & Cabana Club

I recently sent my friend Peter, from Resort Maps, to The Colony Hotel & Cabana Club in Delray Beach, Florida.  He selected Delray Beach; I zeroed in on The Colony.  Both proved to be winning choices.  (Resort Maps exist in some of the most charming travel destinations in the U.S. and Peter was headed there on business which proved to me that Delray Beach was a place to report on.)  Known as an artists’ colony during the 1940s, Delray Beach is still considered to be a hip, trendy destination today.  I recommended Peter stay at The Colony Hotel & Cabana Club, an historic landmark built in 1926 that is a member of Historic Hotels of America (a clear sign of distinction!).  I didn’t know that this part of Florida’s Gold Coast exuded so much history and grace, but clearly there’s a surplus of it in Delray Beach as well as at The Colony where Old Florida meets today’s sunny chic.  One of the highlights of The Colony is lunch at the Cabana Club, an unpretentious haven of calm along the Atlantic where lunch is served to hotel guests and club members only.  Peter enjoyed a hamburger there with friends while I drooled over the pictures.

Boca Raton Resort & Club

Boca Raton Resort & Club

He experienced an even more elevated culinary experience at Morimoto, a stunning sushi restaurant, headed by Masahuru Morimoto (of Iron Chef fame), located within the tony confines of the Boca Raton Resort & ClubBoca—like nearby Delray—is steeped in history and the Boca Raton Resort & Club radiates all the glamour and glitz of its roaring Twenties era.  And then some.  Built the same year as The Colony by legendary architect Addison Mizner, this icon of elegance blossomed from a 100-room hotel (the most expensive ever constructed at the time) to a 1,000 plus-room resort now part of The Waldorf-Astoria Collection.  Modeled after a Spanish castle, I liken this impressive assemblage of buildings and outcroppings to The Broadmoor, the Grande Dame of the Rockies in Colorado Springs.  Fortunately I can speak about the Broadmoor from firsthand experience, although my Boca Raton Resort & Club information has come from a variety of sources including Carole Boucard, P.R. Director of the resort.  Carole recently chatted about Boca and her fine property on Travel Fun and the feedback from members of my audience was remarkable.  Both the radio interview and its announcement prompted many people to write in about their memorable experiences at the resort and its environs.  Clearly the Boca Raton Resort & Club ranks as one of America’s more treasured places of lodging.  And their selection of dining options places them as an important culinary destination along Florida’s Gold Coast as well.

Morimoto:  One of Many Superlative Restaurants at the Boca Raton Resort & Club

Morimoto: One of Many Superlative Restaurants at the Boca Raton Resort & Club

Carole rounded out our program by informing me about some of the hotel’s great summer deals, many of which must be booked by May 10th.  I quickly thought about the often chilly string of days that typically occur here in the Rockies during July and August, the period so aptly named monsoon season.  For me, the current so-called mud season is just a small puddle to cross compared to those months.  I’m happy to hole myself up in Aspen as the warm days of spring emerge between a torrent of wet, snowy days.  But I’m thinking about more balmy locales nonetheless and Delray Beach and Boca Raton, both just a short distance from easy-to-get-to Miami, have recently been added to my must-see list of destinations.  And, of course, I’m a sucker for historic properties every time.

Porch Days Are Calling at the Boca Raton Resort & Club

Porch Days Are Calling at the Boca Raton Resort & Club

The Colony Hotel & Cabana Club, 525 East Atlantic Avenue, Delray Beach, 561-276-4123, www.thecolonyhotel.com

Boca Resort & Club, 501 East Camino Real, Boca Raton, 888-491-2622, www.bocaresort.com

More Colony Quaintness

More Colony Quaintness

Suggested Reading

“Boomtime Boca:  Boca Raton in the 1920s,” by Susan Gill and The Boca Raton

Historical Society

“The Boca Raton Resort & Club:  Mizner’s Inn,” by Donald Curl and The Boca Raton Historical Society

“Skinny Dip,” by Carl Hiaasen

Boca Resort Dressed for a Wedding

Boca Resort Dressed for a Wedding

Thank you to Bob Biener, one of my Travel Fun readers and listeners, who passed on the above photo (and many more fabulous shots) to me.  His cousin was married at the resort just recently.

Weekend Expectations

It’s often recommended not to have any expectations.  But how can you not when it comes to a weekend getaway?  I’m sure even guys think (O.K., fantasize) about  what they want out of a romantic weekend away.  That’s part of the fun.  Call it another form of travel planning.

I’m trying not to think too much about my plans for this weekend.  Yet still little glimmers of mostly romantic moments keep popping into my mind.  Let’s face it, even if it’s not fireworks it darn well had better be good.  And how do I define good?  Nothing short of blissful togetherness.  Perfect harmony where the mere thought of it all coming to an end makes both of our hearts sink.

Vail is closing for the season this weekend and I thought it would be great to take in the festivities with Steve, my new love.  Normally I wouldn’t question (even remotely!) if all would go well but there’s a big storm in the forecast and Saturday is looking like a powder day.  There are no friends on powder days as the saying goes, and I found this out for real back in January when we took our first weekend away.

We both were incredibly psyched about discovering Crested Butte, a spectacular Colorado destination known for its rugged terrain, authentic spirit and quaint Victorian town.  Neither of us had spent any real time there, so it was uncharted territory for us both.  Truly though I think it was the idea of spending forty-eight hours together that appealed to us the most.

The Pearl Room at The Crested Butte Retreat

The Pearl Room at The Crested Butte Retreat

The drive there couldn’t have been more perfect since we talked nonstop, sharing thoughts, dreams and ideas that we hadn’t yet revealed in previous conversations.  We tiptoed in to The Crested Butte Retreat, a high-end bed-and-breakfast that I had located on the Internet.  Our meeting with our gracious hosts would wait until morning.  We pushed open the door to the Pearl Room (also known as the Honeymoon Suite) and sauntered into an immense, milky-colored space, twice the size of my apartment back home.  We savored a glass of red wine on the loveseat before falling into bed, totally smitten with each other and our surroundings.

We Could Ski Right Outside the Door of The Crested Butte Retreat

We Could Ski Right Outside the Door of The Crested Butte Retreat

After an elegant breakfast together, we left practically hand in hand for the slopes the next day.  It was a perfect day, punctuated by many fun runs together on Crested Butte’s craggy slopes and one long break at the Ice Bar, a popular gathering spot on the mountain where we gulped frosty beers and snuggled up to each other at a wraparound bar made entirely of blocks of ice.  We cooed some more over an après-ski hot chocolate and then rushed back to the Retreat for a quick change for dinner.  (We even endured a goof up with the public transportation which resulted in us missing a bus and having to wait a near eternity for another.  We didn’t care much though; we were one with each other.)

We opted out of a romantic dinner à deux to dine with Ken and Kim Stone, two incredibly warm and enthusiastic people that both Steve and I knew from their time in Telluride.  As the CEO of Crested Butte Mountain Resort, Ken provided us with the full rundown on this once rough-around-the-edges mountain town that is morphing into a more sophisticated destination for outdoor enthusiasts in the know.  We chatted about this evolution over cheese fondue and juicy steaks in the uber sleek setting of the newly opened Prime in Elevation Hotel at Mt. Crested Butte.  No one, of course, could have asked for a better introduction to the Butte.

We fell asleep in each others arms, professing our utter contentment with each other and openly stated that something had to bring us back to reality.  It was almost dizzying to feel so high up in the clouds.

Be careful what you wish for—I’ve been warned of that many times, too.  Our fluffy white haze turned into a big, dark thunderhead that rained upset and grief upon us by mid Sunday afternoon.  The day started out excitedly:  Steve was pumped about skiing powder with Ken and Kim and I felt proud of myself for giving him space to knock himself out since I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up with them on Crested Butte’s renowned double diamonds.  The plan was that I would go on a Meet the Mountain tour and meet him for lunch.  All was well in honeymoon land.

By almost 2 p.m., however, I was a wreck.  He never showed up for lunch.  “What?  How could you forget?”  I cried in between sobs.

“I don’t know, I just spaced it.  I’m sorry.  I screwed up.”

High Drama Hot Tub

High Drama Hot Tub

Our weekend was irretrievable.  Even a late check out and a long soak in the Honeymoon hot tub, couldn’t take us back to the soft space we had created together the first 3/4 of our weekend away.  It took more time than that for both of us to fully recover.

Now here we are on the eve of another ski weekend away, another powder day.  It would be silly for me not to expect to have it go well.  But if there is a glitch, maybe now I wouldn’t take it quite so personally.  Travel, after all, always brings out the best and the worst in relationships.

The Crested Butte Retreat, 970-349-1701, www.crestedbutteretreat.com ; please note that since this story was posted, The Crested Butte Retreat is no longer operating as an inn.  You may, however, rent out the entire property for special retreats.

Crested Butte Mountain Resort, 800-810-7669, www.skicb.com

Prime in the Elevation Hotel at Mt. Crested Butte, 970-251-3030, www.skicb.com/cbmr/things-to-do/dining-mtcrestedbutte

Crested Butte is known for its proliferation of wildflowers in the summer.  I have never seen this spectacular display but hope to some day soon.  Maybe it will provide me with the opportunity to rewrite our ending in the Honeymoon Suite.

Hillsides of Flowers in Front of The Crested Butte Retreat

Hillside of Flowers in Front of The Crested Butte Retreat

Night Out in Telluride

I moved to Telluride almost six years ago largely for its scenery, sunshine and sophistication.  I often say that the world comes to Telluride and am amazed by the number of renowned musicians, authors and movers and shakers from the film industry and other creative and scientific domains that consistently descend upon our little mountain town, often to perform or share their work in a small venue.  These people are drawn to the beauty and mystique of Telluride as much as the average ski bum is in awe over our plunging slopes and lively bars.  

Our world-class festivals bring in much of this talent, extraordinary happenings that take place for the most part from Memorial Day to Labor Day, attracting devotees and casual observers from near and far.  Thankfully Telluride’s special attractions are not just reserved for the summer months.  There’s plenty to take in here year-round, making it exceedingly difficult to remain idle in this remote mountain town, even in the dead of winter or the thick of off-season.  

Grooving to Grupo Fantasmo

Grooving to Grupo Fantasma at the Sheridan Opera House

Many of the events are, in fact, hosted by the big festivals.  Such was the case recently at the Sheridan Opera House, where the Telluride Jazz Festival put on their winter concert to a sell out crowd.  Anything the Telluride Jazz Festival does is of the highest quality, so my interest was naturally piqued when I learned that Grupo Fantasma, a ten-piece latin band, would be showcased this year.  Seeing such a sizzling ensemble of musicians jamming on the tiny stage of our historic opera house could not be missed.  (As one of Telluride’s landmark sites, this jewel box of a theater has featured illustrious performers such as Lillian Gish, Sarah Bernhardt and Jackson Browne in its more than one-hundred-year-old existence.)

Sheridan Opera House:  A Telluride Treasure

Sheridan Opera House: A Telluride Treasure

Plus the stakes were raised for this evening out.  The truth is I had heard about this show from the folks at my salsa class.  Salsa as in dancing, not sauce making.  I hadn’t taken a dance class since I was seven years old but in recent years I became increasingly consumed with the idea of signing up for lessons with a most willing partner.  (My days of dancing the alley cat in a fouffy party dress at the Country Club must have indeed marked me.   Or was it the yummy ice cream sundae that followed each session that had me hooked?)  

The Ah-haa School, one of Telluride’s fine assets, is a stronghold of learning and fun that offers a great variety of courses from silkscreening to yes, salsa dancing.  Why I started out with one of the most challenging dances known to man I do not know.  I had found my perfect partner in Steve (see Night Out in Telluride Mountain Village posting), so of course I thought if there’s a will there’s a way and surely we’d be dancing like two passionate latin lovers in no time.  Come again?  We moved clumsily through our various moves with about as much heat as two gringos doing the macarena at an Italian wedding reception.  But still we persevered.  This must be some kind of a test of our relationship, I thought to myself numerous times.  Up until then we enjoyed an amazingly harmonious existence (excepting the times he’d blow me off on powder days).   Now it seemed ridiculous to subject ourselves to consternation such as what step to take when. 

Attending Grupo Fantasma was to be a coming out party of sorts for our salsa class.  Sure our teacher, the lovely Debbie Reynolds (most aptly named!), was to be there but she would not be calling out quick, quick, slow, quick, quick, slow to us the way she lead us through each move in class.  

The Vault Room at La Coçina de Luz

The Vault Room at La Coçina de Luz

Many of us gathered at La Cocina de Luz, a favorite locals’ restaurant, for dinner before the show.  We enjoyed our own special enclave within the Vault Room where we ate chips and salsa, sipped margaritas, savored mexican food lovingly prepared from the finest ingredients and swapped stories about who we really were beneath our dancing personas and where we hoped to go with our newly acquired hobby.  (I liked the idea of some of us going on a latin dance cruise the best!)

We pulled ourselves away from this colorful and lively establishment and braved the short, brisk walk down the street to the Opera House.  Grupo Fantasma did indeed turn the chilly night into a hot, sweaty happening fueled by a couple more drinks but most of all our earnest desire to dance the night away with real passion and minimal stepping on each other’s feet.  Steve almost gave up on us, lamenting that we couldn’t follow the beat and that I kept attempting to lead.  

Then suddenly we clicked.  We were dancing the salsa.  I looked around and realized that the only people that did anything other than hippie dancing were those from our little salsa class.  We felt truly initiated into the exciting world of latin dancing (even though I’m sure we looked like total white folk).  We signed up for another series of classes.  We talked about taking a trip to Vegas where there’s no shortage of salsa.  We dreamed about breaking out into a sensuous salsa some day in South America like two dark haired latin lovers on a spotlighted stage.  I started tuning in to “Dancing with the Stars” to check out the moves on the salsa dances.  We started to feel more and more latino with every class.

“Jazz Festival will be here soon enough,” I mentioned to Steve.  “Maybe there will even be a latin act on the town park stage or at the opera house,” I added, hinting at the opportunity to dance more to some great live music.

“We better get practicing then,” he replied with a hint of a smile on his curled up mouth.

“I’ll check the salsa CDs out of the library.  You’d better start polishing your shoes.”

Soup, Salad and Lots of Salsa in T-ride

Soup, Salad and Lots of Salsa in T-ride

Sheridan Opera House, 970-728-6363, www.sheridanoperahouse.com

Telluride Jazz Festival, 970-728-7009, www.telluridejazz.org

Ah-Haa School, 970-728-3886, www.ahhaa.org

La Coçina de Luz, 970-728-9355, www.lacocinatelluride.com

 

More Favorite Telluride Restaurants

New Sheridan Chop House, 800-200-1891 and 970-728-4351, www.newsheridan.com

Cosmo, 970-728-1292, www.cosmotelluride.com

Rustico, 970-728-4026, www.rusticoristorante.com

La Marmotte, 970-728-6263, www.lamarmotte.com

Thank you to Ron Semrod for the interior photo of the Sheridan Opera House.

Night Out in Telluride Mountain Villlage

Great Room with a View on a Busier Night

Great Room with a View on a Busier Night

I almost can’t wait for the ski season to end.  The key word there is almost.  I’d love for the skiing to go on and on but I’m also yearning to spend more time at my desk, something that is indeed a big challenge when the slopes lie right outside your door and you’re caught up in the ski fever that grips every mountain town from late November through a good part of April.  Plus I’ve been working a lot on the hill teaching skiing, a very rewarding job that not surprisingly leaves little energy for writing at the end of the day.

Then there’s the near grueling pace of the social life that one must endure in such a happening mountain resort.  No matter how much you try to stay in, there’s always a concert (often free!), a dinner, a party or an impromptu gathering to take in.  Telluride is a culturally rich, increasingly sophisticated town which consistently goes off at the close of the lifts.  

Steve and Me Partaking in Après Ski at The View (note the G.M.'s goggle tan!)

Steve and Me Partaking in Après Ski at The View (Note the G.M.'s Goggle Tan!)

The truth is, too, that a certain man, Steve Togni, entered my life last fall which has inevitably created even more of a distraction for me.  (Oh darn, I knew this would be the case!)  Fortunately he’s tall, dark, handsome, very smart, charming, a hot skier and appreciates much about me, including my writing and cooking.  He’s also a lover of cats, tea and travel.  All this and more makes him well worth the time invested.  He also happens to be Italian which scores him even more bonus points.  I thank Clara, my chubby little cat, for bringing us together since we really connected when I stopped into his lodge one day last September in search of her.  His lodge is Mountain Lodge, a topnotch hotel located just across the ski run from me (how convenient!) that as General Manager he runs with all the efficiency and grace of a Swiss tram gliding effortlessly over the mountain tops.

Although we have had many dates and perhaps even more quiet evenings at home, I thought I’d take the opportunity to report on the fun to be had in T-ride during one of our recent evenings out.  Of course we had to start at Mountain Lodge in its recently opened restaurant, The View.  I timed it perfectly since we sat in the wooded Great Room and gazed out at the peaks as the alpenglow bathed them in a wash that faded from cobalt to sky blue pink to steely grey as the sun set in the distance.  The fire crackled beside us in the immense stone fireplace of the lodge and we both felt particularly giddy, mostly because it had been a powder day that had blanketed the slopes in a glorious cushion of fluff.  It was also one of the first times we were able to sit and relax at the lodge.  (Thankfully I hadn’t made it a habit of “hanging out” there.)

I discovered that The View is known for its flights of wine, a presentation of three samplings of a class of nectars that allow you to indulge in your own private tasting.  I chose the Italian Sparkling Wine selection that I was sure would be quite fine since Paolo and Stefano Cancallini, the operators of The View, are renowned Italian restaurateurs in Telluride as well as importers of fine wines.  Steve quenched his thirst with a frosty pilsner because he had been lucky enough to work it hard all day on the slopes.  (You’ve got to get those powder days when you can, especially at the end of the season!)

We'll Save the Dip at the Lodge for Later!

We'll Save the Dip at the Lodge for Later!

We refrained from ordering some of their tempting apps such as bresaola, a thinly sliced cured beef, served with anchovy-stuffed olives, caper-filled red peppers, garlic cloves in EVOO and marinated grilled eggplant.  We almost folded with the tuna carpaccio served over crostini, but we knew we had to save our appetites for The Onyx, the signature restaurant of the newly christened Capella, the latest luxury hotel to open in Mountain Village, the more modern part of Telluride increasingly known for its chichi places of lodging, restaurants, boutiques and spas.  We didn’t have to travel far since this was to be an entirely Mountain Village soirée which had begun by the two of us crossing the ski slope hand-in-hand, from my place to the lodge.  Steve had his shuttle driver drop us off down the road at Capella and as we stepped inside the high-styled interior of this sleek establishment, I could tell we both enjoyed feeling like tourists in our own town.

The Onyx at Capella

The Onyx at Capella

Telluride has much to offer in terms of dining and it seems as though the standards are raised with the arrival of each new restaurant on the scene.  I had heard many rave reviews about The Onyx in the less than one month since it had opened, so I was eager to experience it myself.  Steve ordered the Creamy Wild Mushroom Risotto as a starter and promptly declared that it was one of the best he had ever tasted.  (Wow, that’s quite the endorsement, especially from an Italian!)  I delighted in a plate of Iberico Ham, served with goat cheese and poached kumquats.  The velvety Barbaresco that Steve selected accompanied this first course and our main dishes beautifully.  The menu places a heavy emphasis on red meat and as much as i was temped by the Kobe beef, I decided to go regional by ordering the Colorado lamb.  Steve settled on the Black Angus Filet that was as tender as first tracks down the mountain in fresh fallen pow.

View of Our Table Overlooking The Onyx Bar

View of Our Table Overlooking The Onyx Bar

We enjoyed congenial, expedient service throughout the meal as the evening passed seamlessly.  The contemporary-styled dining room buzzed with the sort of din that indicated that everyone was having a fine time.  We both marveled at the chocolate-y richness of the chef’s Warm Liquid Spanish Hot Chocolate Cake and almost as though he heard us singing his praises, Chef Kenny Gilbert appeared to say hello.  With a bio steeped in Ritz Carlton experience and stints at some of Europe’s finest restaurants, we came to better understand the breadth of his culinary offerings as well as his often innovative approach.  Then came the candy cart.  Wheeled in like a three-tiered Parisian pastry cart on steroids, this chariot of sweets was stocked with candy store favorites such as jelly beans, sour worms, marshmallows and more.  I almost sniffed at its commonplace offerings until I learned that Kenny gained much of his inspiration for the cart from Paul Bocuse’s candy caddy served up in his multi-Michelin-starred restaurant in Lyons.  (I’m not a snob, but I suppose more than a decade of living in France sometimes prompts me to have snobby moments.)

Chef Kenny Gilbert

Chef Kenny Gilbert

A porcelain plate of chocolate-covered almonds and pretzels, dried fruits and white chocolate shavings was delicately served up for me.  Steve appeared even cuter than normal, respectfully poised in front of his plate of Swedish fish.  We relished every bite with surprising indulgence, savoring little sips of a late harvest Merlot from Colorado with every sweet.  We both greatly appreciated the dried strawberries and blueberries that rivaled any highfalutin house made confection typically offered at the end of such a fine repast.

Our plans to ride the gondola up to the ridge for a nightcap at Allred’s fizzled with our last bits of decadence.  Instead we settled on gazing at the full moon as we padded out of Capella.  We were happy we didn’t have far to go and grateful we had found our bliss in so many different ways in Telluride Mountain Village.

The View, 970-728-2413, www.mountainlodgetelluride.com

The Onyx, 970-369-0880, www.capellatelluride.com; click here to check out some beautiful images of The Onyx and other Capella highlights.


Other Recommended Mountain Village Dining Establishments

La Piazza, 970-728-8283, www.lapiazzadelvillagioristorante.com

The Hop Garden, 970-728-7467, www.tellurideskiresort.com/Tellski/info/on-mountain-dining

 

Note that Telluride Ski Resort has extended its season through April 12.  It’s also possible to find many other great places to ski out West through the end of April.  The spring skiing promises to continue to be fantastic throughout the month.

 
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