Vesper (like the Martini, not the moped) is London’s latest restaurant du jour. With its chalk-white exterior, whitewashed brickwork, and cosy, candlelit bistro tables, there’s an unmistakable air of Paris about the place. Dancing away behind the stoves is Jackson Boxer - a chef enjoying a new lease of life following the runaway success of his Notting Hill hit, Dove.
Vesper is altogether scene-ier than its West London sibling. Where Dove recedes gracefully into the background, Vesper demands your attention with massive street-side windows and a colossal stainless-steel bar swarmed by staff in crisp white chore jackets. Tables are tight, giving the room an electric, buzzy energy. ‘Buzzy’ is, of course, what an estate agent calls your drywall studio flat with paper-thin walls, but here it actually works: the atmosphere is infectious and surprisingly accessible.
Boxer remains one of London’s most inventive culinary minds, crafting menus that double as cryptic puzzles. Vesper is no exception, requiring a fair bit of decoding. If you instantly grasp what Robiola ‘Stutz’ is, or can effortlessly parse ‘Ronde de Nice courgette, Piattone beans, Vadouvan cream, and hazelnut romesco’, all power to you. Fortunately, the floor staff are as charming as they are sharp, happily steering you past the jargon.
The famous Dove burger has made the trip across town, now re-housed in a pool of peppercorn sauce. It’s even messier to navigate than before, but no less magnificent (though best shared - only a heroic glutton could demolish a whole one). And save room you should, because the kitchen is firing on all cylinders: there are plump Palourde clams and fat Coco beans bathed in cider cream; massive prawns sporting angry char marks, brushed with black lime butter; and a sublime, nonna-level bowl of chicken liver agnolotti swimming in a glossy Madeira reduction.
Not everything hits with quite the same aplomb. Baked crab with saffron rice reads like a dream on paper, but arrives slightly over-fired, leaving the prized, crispy rice welded inexorably to the pan and tantalisingly out of reach. Still, a bit of stubborn socarrat isn’t about to derail Boxer’s latest hit. Yes, it’s flashy and a bit sceney, but underneath that cool-kid exterior, Vesper is a proper restaurant delivering moments of genuine brilliance.