the last dinner at delancey

Hard to believe that a week ago today, we were enjoying our last dinner in Seattle with family and friends. Isn’t that the way vacation goes? Upon your return you feel like you’ve been away so very long, but just 3 days in (or thereabouts) you feel like you never left.

It’s sort of fitting that our last dinner was at Delancey, the pizza restaurant, perhaps not unlike Franny’s here in Brooklyn, that was opened a year ago by Molly from Orangette and her husband, Brandon. I know that when we begin to think about the store more seriously sometime after the holidays, I’ll be going back and re-reading those entries leading up to the opening day. There are other similarities, like cross county moves but in opposite coasts, and Mark, like Brandon, was a music composition major who decided to focus on food.

Now, we don’t plan on opening a restaurant or even anything with table service, but it was really nice to sit in their wonderfully minimalist dining room, feasting on delicious pizza and feeling the buzz of happy customers. Dreams, a vision, hard work, and maybe a sprinkle of fairy tale magic do pay off.

One last thing I want to say about our trip. It’s really interesting to see a space, a home, and a view that you’re used to seeing in photos, with your own eyes. I’m not sure how many photos throughout the seasons I’ve seen of Lecia’s boys out on their street, taking a walk after dinner or headed down to the beach. Now I have one with my kids now too.