Notre Histoire

Our Story

VESPER is Latin for the evening star. Twenty minutes after sunset the sky is at its deepest blue and the first star appears — this restaurant was built for those twenty minutes.

Portrait of chef Du Yi, lit from one side against a dark ground, gaze off camera

LE CHEF

Du Yi

Du Yi's kitchen years began in Lyon: twelve hours a day at the stove, nights spent with produce journals. Four years on the Left Bank of Paris followed, rising from the fish station to sous chef of a two-star house — where the most important lesson wasn't technique but discipline: a sauce half a degree off is poured away and begun again. Back in China in 2021, he spent two years walking the coastline, from fishing ports to farms, to confirm a single belief: the bones of French cooking can carry the flesh of an Eastern coast. In 2024, VESPER lit its first candle at the blue hour.

  1. 2012Lyon — apprenticeship
  2. 2015Two-star house on the Left Bank of Paris, fish station to sous chef
  3. 2021Returned to China; two years along the coast, ports and farms
  4. 2024Founded VESPER
The chef's hands plating a course under a single overhead light
Flame at the stove, the kitchen falling into shadow behind it

LES SOURCES

Ingredients before the menu

The menu is rewritten nightly because the ingredients arrive first. Three supply lines — sea, garden, cellar — draw the radius of VESPER's taste.

Shellfish and the day's catch as a dark still life, under a single light

The SeaLa Marée

Driven straight from the port before dawn: blue lobster, oysters and the day's line fish. We look them in the eye before writing the courses.

Garden vegetables in a dark still life, morning light kept low

The GardenLe Jardin

Two partner farms outside the city sow to our planting calendar. When the peas are at their sweetest, the menu obeys.

Bottles resting in the cellar's low light

The CellarLa Cave

A cellar built on Burgundy, its by-the-glass pours rotating weekly. Our sommelier only recommends what he'd drink tonight himself.

LA BRIGADE

Two brigades, one hour

The floor remembers where you sat last time, and which wine you had reached. The ideal service is never noticed — only remembered.

The kitchen starts at three in the afternoon, preparing for twenty minutes of dusk. Eight courses; each gets one chance.

The brigade gathered in the kitchen after service, lit from one side

LA SALLE

Keep the lights low, let the night stay

The design does one thing: it presses the light down to table height. The walls recede into deep blue, one hairline of brass the only ornament — the brightest thing in view is always the face across your table.

The empty dining room at blue hour, wide and quiet, a horizon of low light

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Come sit inside the blue.