We first tried Ria’s on one of those in-between nights that happen during a move. Boxes everywhere, no kitchen energy, but still unwilling to eat badly. A friend mentioned their Detroit-style pizza, which felt like an odd suggestion in London. Still, we ordered in.

It arrived hot, thick, and intact. That already felt like a small miracle. The crust had those golden, crunchy edges that only work when the pan and cheese are treated properly. This was not sloppy delivery pizza. It held its structure and still felt generous.