Whatever happened to eating late?
Casual, serendipitous, night-time dining. Like in a romcom, when two characters meet-cute at a party and one says, “Let’s get out of here.” And they get dinner in a dark restaurant. And they’re the last ones to leave. And then they walk home in the rain instead of taking the Blue Line.
Whatever that film magic is, we’re leaning into it.
And here is the best part. At Hawksmoor Chicago, that kind of night now comes with a $25 steak and fries.
Steak & fries for $25 – Monday – Saturday, 8pm till close
But late dinners aren’t just for dates. They’re for old friends who said, “we must do this more often.” For the colleagues who became actual mates. For the table that orders one more bottle, and suddenly it’s a night.
Steak After Eight
Steak After Eight, our new late night bite, served Monday – Saturday, 8pm till close.
No rushing. No ceremony. Just excellent food at a genuinely good price. Because in a city like this, dinner should be worth staying out for. And it definitely should not break the spell. Or the bank.
And if you’d rather flirt elsewhere on the menu? Please do. Our full line-up’s still doing its thing – steaks still sizzling, favorites still favorited. Late night just means more time to enjoy them.
So go on.
Let the night get interesting.
After Eight.
One of the best steakhouses in the world has finally arrived in the Windy City.
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Hi Chicago. We are Hawksmoor.
Hawksmoor began in London in 2006. We are Will Beckett and Huw Gott, childhood best friends who decided to have a go at opening the steak restaurant we wished existed. Proper food, sourced with care, cooked over real fire, served by people who actually seemed pleased to see you.
We opened in Chicago for the same reason we opened the first Hawksmoor in London. We wanted a restaurant we would be excited to visit on our night off.
That means proper food, done properly. Steak from good cattle, cooked over real fire by people who know when to leave it alone. We care deeply about sourcing, ageing, charcoal and seasoning. We just do not think any of it needs to feel solemn.
Just as important is how it feels to be here. A room with atmosphere and warmth. Buzz, not hush. Music you can tap your foot to. Staff who know their craft and treat you like a guest, not a problem to manage. You should be able to walk in wearing anything and feel at ease, whether it is your first visit or your fiftieth.
We have brought a few habits from home. Proper Sunday roasts with Yorkshire puddings that barely fit the plate. Martinis so cold they sting. A firm belief that a great steak and a good bottle of red can sort most things out.
Chicago has shaped us, too. There is a generosity of spirit here that we admire. Big hearted, straight talking and always up for a good time. So the place has a bit more noise, a bit more clink of glasses, a bit more encouragement toward another round.
The aim is simple. A restaurant that feels like yours. Somewhere for birthdays, midweek pick me ups and the table you book when friends are in town. Serious about the craft. Relaxed about everything else.
