Since returning from Seattle, I've had a flurry of meetings, dissertation work, and more work-related travel. It may have taken me awhile to post this but I'm still thinking about That Pizza. First a bit of back story; I have been an avid reader of the Orangette blog and read the creator's first book, A Homemade Life. When writer Molly and her husband, Brandon, followed their dream to open Delancey, I knew I had to eat there. When I found out my travel would take me to Seattle, it was on! I hopped a bus and headed north from downtown, walked a few blocks, and there it was. Delancey occupied a small-but-not-tiny space and was a warm beacon on a dark, damp Seattle night. It was already starting to fill up at 5:00ish (luckily I was running on central time). The server gave me a tiny table in the front window and it was perfect.
I had the "Brooklyn" pizza that featured fresh and aged mozzarella along with Grana.