We are sort of obsessed with pizza, as I’m sure many are, and we have made it a bit of a personal challenge to try all of the boasted best places to eat pizza in Seattle. It took us a while to get to Delancey, and of course we are happy we finally made it. This restaurant is tucked away in the Ballard area, in the middle of a residential street. The placement made us wish there were more hidden spots just like it; a nice little break in the expected. So we’ve been here a handful of times by now, and we always have the same routine: understand the wait will be long, sit outside with a glass of wine, finally get a table, order two pies but of course the burrata appetizer beforehand. Okay, before we get to the pizza we must pause on the burrata appetizer. Burrata is cheese, made from mozzarella and cream, and in this case, it’s served with arugula and prosciutto, and is so, so delicious. We were just there with a couple of Swedes, one of whom had a terrible toothache, and this really helped; he could eat it because it melted in his mouth, required no chewing whatsoever, and of course because it’s amazing. Ask for this first upon arrival; there have been just a couple of times we missed it because of popularity, and that’s a couple times too many.
The pizza is good. Delancey was created by Brandon Pettit and Molly Wizenberg, the writer/creator of Orangette. We really like this pie because although the crust is thin (as we like it), holds its own against the toppings, which always seem to be fresh and in season. We recently had a white pizza, made of ricotta (house made), fresh and aged mozzarella, Grana and shaved garlic . We added prociutto to this as well, which we requested because we saw it sitting on the table next to us and it looked awesome. This pizza was a great ending to a perfect meal (of probably five pizzas or something), and totally surprising in a way, as many white pizzas we have experienced haven’t held the flavor this one contains. The above picture shows a bottle of wine we had once during a meal here, just the two of us, after a very long weekend. We had the margherita pizza and one with anchovies, which one of us didn’t care for too much and one of us was a bit obsessed with, as for some reason anchovies are a recent favorite. This wine is great with the pizza, and a mid-range price for a bottle of wine at a restaurant. It’s Italian, very dry, and smells like an old chest from a childhood memory, filled with old photographs and somewhat musty blankets, which is perfect.