Posted: 07 July 2014 by David Lebovitz
One thing I love about traveling is
that I get to read. As much as we all love to be connected, it’s nice to be
somewhere – like 5000 feet up in the air, where your biggest concern is who
gets the armrest – where that isn’t usually a possibility. (Although I also
spend a considerable amount of time up there wondering if whoever designed
those airplane seats ever had to spend twelve hours in one.)
After plowing through
a formidable stack of New Yorkers (my goodness, those writers are prolific!)
that I’ve amassed over the last few months, during some recent travels, I
attacked a few of the books that I had stacked up on my nightstand.
I had gotten a preview copy of Delancy:
A man, a woman, a restaurant, a marriage, and had read the nearly finished book
in galley form, to provide a quote. But it was a different – and more
pleasurable experience – to curl up (as best I could, in a plane seat) with the
actual book, and relive the story of how Molly Wizenberg,
and her husband Brandon, opened a pizza restaurant in Seattle, and lived to
tell the story. Which was not without lots of angst, and a bit of anger.
Continue Reading Vietnamese Rice
Noodle Salad Bowl (Bún bò)...
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