Nobody goes to Vail, Colorado to eat. Of this I am certain. People go to Vail to whiz down the side of a mountain on a pair of fiberglass sticks. But eat they must, and dining is where the world-renowned ski resort starts to fall short.
Snowboarding has been good to me. It gave me a reason to go to Aspen to harass Hunter S. Thompson and hit on foreign au pairs and nannys. But that's all over now. This year, I will not be snowboarding.