Delancey is a memoir about a couple who opened their own pizza place in Seattle. Or at least that’s what I was expecting it to be about. What I was not expecting was for it to be written by the wife who had very little involvement in the restaurant that her husband was starting. What I also didn’t expect was for there to be so many recipes in the book. I guess since it’s kind of a food memoir that shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. And because I was listening to this book on audio, I couldn’t really skip over the recipes.
This book is sort of a “how to” on opening a restaurant. I enjoyed the parts about Brandon trying to make the perfect pizza from the crust experimentation to the selection of cheeses to the hours of practice with a wood-fired oven.
What was missing though was the emotion. This book is kind of told second hand because Brandon didn’t write the book, and Molly really didn’t want to have anything to do with the restaurant at the beginning. She thought it was another one of his crazy schemes. That’s something I can relate to, as my own husband is very passionate, but there was something missing from this book.
It read (well, listened?) like a litany of steps taken to get to opening the restaurant, but it was so dry and unfeeling. Perhaps because the last memoir I read was The Yellow Envelope, which was nothing but honesty and emotion, this book just fell kind of flat for me. It was OK, but nothing special.
All that said…if I am ever in Seattle, I want to eat at Delancey because the pizza does sound amazing.
Rating: 3 Stars