WELCOME TO HAWKSMOOR

Booking is the safest way to get the table you want, particularly on a Friday, Saturday or Sunday. That said, every Hawksmoor keeps seats back at the bar for walk-ins, so if you've walked past and suddenly thought yes, steak, definitely steak, come in. If you can't find what you're after online, call the restaurant directly and the team will see what they can do.

No. Come as you are. Suit or jeans, both work.

Yes, all ages, any time. There's no separate children's menu, but on Sundays we serve a kid-friendly portions of Sunday Roast. Mention it when you book if you need a highchair.

Yes. Corkage is £5 a bottle on Mondays, including bank holidays, and £25 from Tuesday to Sunday. Any size bottle, same price. We love a magnum, just saying.

Yes, and there's no charge. We'll also make one for you with 72 hours' notice. One balloon is fine. Table confetti is where we draw the line.

Yes to both. Private dining rooms, semi-private spaces and full restaurant hire are all available, and we'll always consider an exclusive hire request. Enquire and the team will take it from there.

Independent British farms we know and have worked with for years, where cattle are reared on grass and finished gently on grain. It's a happy accident that ethics equals flavour. The beef is then dry-aged and cooked over charcoal with nothing but salt.

Digital gift cards are available online and physical ones in any restaurant. They're valid for two years from purchase. Better than a satsuma, right?

Steaks for one start around £29. The big sharing cuts are priced by weight and chalked up each day, so ask what's looking good. Our lunch and early evening set menu starts from £21 in London.

There are eight Hawksmoors in London, each one tucked into a building we fell for.
Spitalfields, Shoreditch.The first one, opened in 2006 on a traffic-clogged stretch of Commercial Street. Purists will tell you it's where the Hawksmoor spirit is best embodied, and they have a point.
Seven Dials, Covent Garden. In a former brewery whose first owner threw an annual steak supper for London's great and good. Handy for theatreland, and the set menu is built for a curtain up.
Guildhall, Bank. A stone's throw from what may have been the world's first steakhouse. Busy with the City in the week, a proper institution on Sundays.
Borough, London Bridge. A former hops warehouse on the edge of the market. Downstairs is the Cooks' Room, the only private dining room in London with its own kitchen and chef's table.
Knightsbridge, South Kensington. Small, Art Deco, and comfortably the most glamorous of the lot. Near Harrods, the V&A and the Royal Albert Hall.
Wood Wharf, Canary Wharf. Our largest in London, in a floating pavilion that rises and falls with the tide. The Hawksmoor Bar is downstairs.
St Pancras, King's Cross. The newest of them, and there are plenty of steakhouses in the world but this may be the only one in a Grade I listed room. The Martini Bar alongside it was called one of the world's greatest bars by Marina O'Loughlin, and we have been quietly pleased about it ever since.
Air Street, Piccadilly Circus. A sweeping Art Deco room above Regent Street with ten commissioned stained-glass windows running floor to ceiling. It's where our seafood story started, so it's the one to pick when half the table wants steak and the other half wants whatever came up from Brixham that morning.

Three things, mostly.
The beef. British, from independent farms we know by name, reared on grass and finished gently on grain. Dry-aged for 35 days, then cooked over screaming-hot coals with nothing on it but Maldon sea salt. Beef, salt, fire. When it's that simple, the beef has to be the very best. It's a happy accident that ethics equals flavour.
Everything that isn't the beef. Plenty of steakhouses treat the rest of the menu as scenery. We have a training manual for the triple-cooked chips. The macaroni cheese is made stringy with dfour different kinds of cheese. There's seafood landed at Brixham that morning, a vegetarian main that isn't an afterthought, and a bar that has won as many awards as the kitchen. Our martini comes out of an insulated flask at minus 12°C.
The feel of the room. Beautiful old buildings, low lighting, nobody hovering to turn your table, and service that flows in that lovely space between laid back and on the ball. Suit or jeans, both work. High standards, relaxed room. We'd rather you were the judge of it than take our word. Book a table and see.

Yes, and we love hosting them. Birthdays that run long, anniversaries worth the fuss, engagements, promotions, leaving dos, and Tuesdays that turned into something.