I’m fully aware that as a former New Yorker, I’m something of a pizza snob. I like a thin, crispy crust, grease, and a tomato sauce that sings without blaring. I like a pizza place that can do a pepperoni pizza as well as they do their more gourmet offerings. So if it seems cliched that the place I choose for best pizza is named after a street in Manhattan’s Lower East Side, I apologize. To be fair, I went to Delancey with skepticism, thinking it was arrogant and overtly trendy to give a Seattle establishment a New York City moniker. But Molly Wizenberg, the Orangette blogger and author of A Homemade Life, manages to serve just the kind of pizza I crave, but with the seasonal, handcrafted toppings that Seattleites expect: housemade pork-fennel sausage, Padron chilis, and preserved lemon, to name just a few. Besides pizza, they do delicious cocktails: This summer, I’m enamored with their white negronis made with house-crafted Campari. The sparse interior, with angled wooden shelves holding wine bottles on the wall, is just right: modern, with clean lines and nothing else to distract from the reason to be there—pizza.