Aside from being well lit and notably kempt, Ridge Pizza is defined by its sum of noncharacteristics. The space is neither large nor small, the crowd is neither dense nor scrimpy, the tone is neither glamorous nor depraved, and all the customary accessories outfit the scene: the earth tones, the slatted wood, the lightbulbs in cages. It's also a family-friendly venue, rendering it free of drunken shitheads. There's a mini video arcade, the booths are roomy, and on a Thursday evening, somebody's grandmother is quietly hanging out and no one is harassing her.
What else: Ridge Pizza is named for its Phinney Ridge location, which is named for its developer, a lumber mill baron and squillionaire named Guy Phinney who also founded the Woodland Park Zoo. In commemoration, the Ridge has historic photos on display, though they're light on the thrills. Subjects include a plot strewn with mangy trees, an old gate, and a couple camels looking so pointedly nonchalant, they come off as assholes.