AN AMERICAN IN MONTREAL
I’ve spent almost my entire life on the East Coast. I was a misfit in high school and always imagined I would end up in New York with the rest of my kind. Going to college in New Jersey, my first thoughts about Montréal drifted in across dorm room halls. I snatched details from conversations between Ugg Boot-clad sorority sisters planning spring break trips that (it should go without saying) I was most certainly not invited on.
CUBAN DINNER WITH A FRENCH ENDING
This is a time for heartier meals. Cuban Ropa Vieja is easy enough to prepare when you've got a few helping hands. Also, waiting while it cooks in the oven for three plus hours allows plenty of time to enjoy too many glasses of wine. A french twist of flaming baba au rhum to end the meal adds a bit of fire to the table-sometimes literally.
Turn me over, I’m done
No one appreciates stubborn grit more than a cyclist, but some things have limits. In the last few years, Chalet has visited a remote french mountain village for the Festival celebrating Saint Laurent, famous for exclaiming "turn me over, I'm done" while being burnt alive. The festival has everything you need: toe curling wine, fresh baked pizza, french dudes arguing with little kids over Petanque, and since we've been attending... a bike race.
Your NYC crib for a Mexican Villa: Bucerias - Sayulita
The bar buy-back might have departed alongside old favorite NYC dives like the Mars Bar, Max Fish and Trash Bar, but love and loyalty to your local can still have its unexpected rewards.
A Saturday in Paradise
It's Crit week in Brooklyn! To celebrate RHC's 10th year, here is a look at some of our favorite Chalet coverage from over the years.
New York cyclist and man about town Julian Darwall documents the trials and tribulations of The Hatcher Pass Road Race, an unsanctioned 70 mile dirt road race contested through the wilderness of Alaska.
The New French Workman
We caught up with Kevin Reza in Paris, just before he travelled to San Lorenzo a Mare for his first Giro d’Italia. The 26-year-old native of Puteaux in the suburbs of Paris spoke to us about family and his cycling upbringing; what it’s like being a fresh pro at the Tour de France; being part of France’s next generation decades after its last triumphs; and how to navigate the complexities of leg shaving with the fairer sex.
Millimeters & Mind Over Matter
Today, the bike messenger industry in New York City is more than 40 years old. Several-hundred-thousand people—mostly young men, many black or Hispanic—have found employment as cycle couriers in that time. Once, the calling had cachet and glamor; now, it’s a marginal means of subsistence for city living.
Ask Becca: Where the messengers at?
It's the Red Hook Crit today. It used to be chock full of real life bike messengers, vying for the podium. Where are they now? Becca has the answers, Izzy Cohan has the photos.