"Pizza, the patron saint of beige Hinge chat, should only be deployed when you’re sure that this person is going to show Ria’s Detroit-style pies the respect they deserve. The pillowy, square pizza at this Notting Hill wine bar is handily served by the slice for carbohydrate commitment-phobes and topped with things like whipped ricotta and slow-cooked marinara sauce. Order a zippy pét-nat, cosy up on the cushion-clad banquette, and let all the dim lighting convince you you’re in the ‘rom’ part of a west London rom-com. " - heidi lauth beasley