Delancey’s food of choice is pizza which is something close to my heart since we recently established Pizza Fridays in my household and ate some amazing pizza on our recent trip to the States. My husband and I are still debating over which state had the best pizza: New York or Pennsylvania. The loving descriptions and analysis of pizza and pizza-making in Delancey is so beautifully detailed, I wanted to cry. That’s how much I love pizza.
* CONTAINS SPOILERS
Molly’s husband, Brandon, has always dreamed big, but during their marriage it hasn’t been unusual for him to obsess over a project and then abandon it for another idea. When Brandon and a friend decide to open a pizza restaurant, Molly doesn’t sweat it. But when their friend drops out of the project and Brandon decides to forge ahead alone, she continues to encourage his dream, but secretly wishes he would give it up. With the help of a few dozen friends, lots of luck, guts and determination, Molly and Brandon open Delancey. It’s a crowning achievement for the couple … so why is Molly having an emotional meltdown?
Delancey feels like you’re sitting in a cozy corner with a good friend and listening to her stories over wine or coffee. It’s a sweet and likeable tale about supporting a dream, but also trying to find where you fit into that dream once it comes true. Included in the book are some very simple, you-can-do-it-too recipes that sound delectable and I would love to try.
As the story progresses, Molly infers frequently to her secret wish that Brandon would abandon the project. I felt like these instances in the book were strategically placed, almost to create some drama and tension in the story.
Delancey is a charming story, as well as a fascinating look at the process of opening a restaurant. I found Molly Wizenberg’s writing personable and intimate. I haven’t read her celebrated food blog, Orangette, or her first book, A Homemade Life, but now I think I need to check them out.