Delancey: A Memoir

May 16, 2014 | By | COMMENTS

Last night, I went to meet a friend for a drink at Laurel Hardware, a restaurant in West Hollywood that has a killer cocktail called The Vig that combines tequila, pineapple, vanilla bean, and green chartreuse. As is my wont, I arrived fifteen minutes early and found myself standing in the entryway where the staff was having a meeting and the chefs in the open kitchen were prepping for the dinner rush. These facts would normally be totally lost on me, but because I’d been reading Molly Wizenberg’s fantastic new memoir, Delancey, I suddenly felt a surge of recognition. “These people are girding themselves for an onslaught,” I told myself, studying the scene with fascination. “In one hour, they’re all going to be elbow deep in the muck.”

Molly’s book illuminates the restaurant experience in a way that was entirely new to me. I’ll confess that I’ve harbored the quiet fantasy–emphasis on the word “fantasy”–of opening a casual, Amateur Gourmet-inspired restaurant where I’d just hang out, make some pasta, play some show tunes on the piano, and consort with my customers. Thank God for Molly’s book, which basically grabbed me by the shoulders, shook me, and shouted: “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKIN’ MIND?”

This book takes you down the rabbit hole of what’s actually involved in pursuing the restaurant dream, starting with the dream itself–is this a real goal or just a lark?–and continuing with the process of finding a space, negotiating with landlords, designing an interior, executing that interior, overcoming obstacles (inspectors, an oven that doesn’t fit through the door), hiring personnel, creating a menu, testing the menu, and opening the place up to customers. It doesn’t end there, though; then there’s the cleaning, the prepping, the firing people, the re-hiring people, the dealing with customers, the dealing withs spills, and–ultimately–the dealing with the fact that you have to deal with all of this day in, day out for as long as your restaurant remains open.

Molly’s gift is to walk you through the process while simultaneously broadcasting her own emotional journey as the restaurant begins to swallow her up. The book’s subtitle–”A Man, A Woman, A Restaurant, A Marriage”–is totally apt. She really goes there, walking you through intimate scenes of screaming, sobbing, making-up and sobbing again. Apparently a restaurant really can undo a marriage; how Molly and Brandon worked through this provides the book’s emotional core. And even though I’ve known these two for a really, really long time (they once housed me during a blizzard), I found the book surprising in a way that caught me completely off-guard. This book is brutally honest.

And essential; especially for anyone who’s thinking about opening a restaurant. I’m passing it over today, at lunch, to my friend Diana who’s also harbored secret dreams of opening her own place. This book is a rude awakening but it’s not, in the end, a total antidote. It’s a credit to Molly that she shows both sides of the restaurant-opening experience, her own (which is mostly pretty negative) and Brandon’s (which is mostly pretty positive). As for me, my Amateur Gourmet-themed restaurant will most likely only exist in my late afternoon fantasies; the kind of fantasies you can harbor while sipping a cocktail made by someone else in a restaurant that’s not your own.

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  • Agent Strong

    Our society only values something if it can be turned into commerce. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been told, “This is amazing, you should be a professional chef!” And then scolded for declining, as if I’m cheating the world out of the valuable gifts I have to offer. Please — I don’t want to work 16-hour days, 7 days a week. I’m perfectly happy making delicious meals for people I love. I’ll never roast myself into a prematurely-aged sausage; My friends have never sent what I’ve made back if was not up to standard; I won’t have to suffer the vicious barbs of a fickle press — or any of the other terrible sufferings that accompany owning and operating a public eatery. Cooking will keep your home happy, your partner content, and your life richer. You can’t put a dollar sign on that.

  • Erik

    I’ve thought of opening a bakery and/or a pizzeria but then I think back to working in restaurants in high school and college, and I come to my senses…

  • Molly

    I loved this, Adam! Thank you, thank you, friend. xx

  • Gina DePalma

    I always tell people this: You can cook and bake, quite happily, every day of your life if you want to. You don’t have to open a restaurant, you’ll definitely be healthier and happier, there’s an undeniable satisfaction in cooking for people you care about, or, like me most nights, nourishing yourself in the best way possible. And it saves a ton of money – with which one can buy copper cookware and Le Creuset!

    That’s why I love your website, Adam. You convey this message every day. Cooking for yourself, cooking for your family and friends, learning and becoming truly skillful in the process – it really is the stuff that a cooks dreams are made of. And sharing those dream is a true gift.

  • http://www.helpmovingtocalifornia.com/ Jim Thomas

    he did a great job for us