Can orange wine operate as a matchmaker? Ten minutes out on Forza Wine’s South Bank terrace, featuring views of the Thames and a not insignificant amount of PDA, and we knew that the answer is a resounding yes. Above the National Theatre, it’s from the same people behind Peckham’s leading negroni, nibbles, and nice views spot. But here it channels that unique whiff of charm championed by Jeff Goldblum and Cubitts enthusiasts everywhere. And the seasonal Italian-ish small plates—mussels with 'nduja, garlicky butter beans—are the kind of thing you always think you can make at home before accidentally drowning some unsuspecting cavolo nero in Hellmann’s. While the sprawling alfresco terrace is where to charmingly hum Waterloo Sunset to someone you fancy, after dark the dining room is moody, broody, and importantly, buzzing. Friends on the ivy banquette sincerely cosplay as Michael Billington after a show and cultured couples nurse one last Campari spritz alongside the signature Custardo, an affogato-meets-Bird’s lovechild. Hot tip for spontaneous hot nights incoming: there's a walk-in terrace on the floor below. A reduced menu is served, but make no mistake, wherever you sit at Forza Wine, the flirting potential is endless.