A hand squeezing fresh lemon over a generous bowl of oysters on ice, seen from above.

NO PEARLS

Oysters &
Orange Wine

From Belleville
to the world.

Oysters and orange wine, with dressings shaped by friends’ kitchens: yassa, chermoula, miso, five-spice chilli and Normandy pear cider. A small menu that grew out of shared meals and experiments after service.

Wednesday–Sunday
17:00–late

I grew up in Aubervilliers. Money was tight, and eating out was rare. Most meals were at home or at a friend’s table. Our families cooked differently: lemon and onions, preserved lemons and herbs, miso and citrus. I loved sitting down to eat with them.

One friend’s grandmother lived near Domfront, in Normandy. When we visited, there were pears from the orchard and bottles of poiré on the table.

Years later, working in high-end restaurant kitchens, we’d sometimes share a few oysters left after service. Three nights a week, we started experimenting with the dressings: oils, foams, fruit and a little heat. The oyster’s salty-sweet flavour and deep umami gave us plenty to work with.

I kept coming back to those friends’ tables. Yassa, chermoula, miso, a pour of pear cider. Those memories became the menu at NO PEARLS.

After all those experiments, my favourite? Still a plain oyster, a cold can of Kronenbourg and my friends around me. Nothing beats that feeling.

Kofi’s signature
Five orange-wine bottles with different illustrated labels on a linen-covered table against a white wall, photographed with direct flash.
Three friends sharing oysters and one bottle of orange wine at a Paris pavement table at night, caught in direct camera flash with two warm orange street lamps lighting the background, with one lemon wedge on the table.