When Molly Wizenberg married Brandon Pettit, he was a trained composer with a handful of offbeat interests: espresso machines, wooden boats, violin-building, and ice cream-making. So when Brandon decided to open a pizza restaurant, Molly was supportive--not because she wanted him to do it, but because the idea was so far-fetched that she didn't think he would. Before she knew it, he'd signed a lease on a space. The restaurant, Delancey, was going to be a reality, and all of Molly's assumptions about her marriage were about to change.
I am familiar with Molly Wizenberg's blog Orangette, but I have never read her first book. Nor have I ever been to Delancey to eat. My primary interest in this book was as part of a book club. Having said that - I found that I really enjoyed it. Her style of writing is sort of like sitting down with a slice of pizza and a beer and having long conversations.
Delancey is a pizza place in Seattle, and this is the story of the birth of that restaurant. It's also the story of the crisis the owners went through when it became apparent that the restaurant was actually going to be a reality. Running a business can be an all-encompassing way of life, and running a restaurant even more so. That makes it difficult when one partner is excited and the other...well...is not.
I didn't try any of the recipes, as there really aren't many and I was more interested in the story. I probably will get around to it at some point, but I was just enjoying reading. I will say that the next time I get to Seattle, I will look forward to visiting Delancey and feeling like it's a place where "everybody knows your name and they're always glad you came.".
