Hawksmoor Wood Wharf

Divine Steaks in an Idyllic Setting

Ah, Hawksmoor Wood Wharf—where architecture meets alchemy and beef dreams go to flirt with reality. Perched elegantly over Wood Wharf’s waters, the setting itself is a harbinger of the maritime marbling ahead: class with just enough chaos to keep you from floating away into dining heaven. The interior sophisticated yet warm, features sweeping spaces humming with anticipation, amplified by tantalizing aromas slinking out of the kitchen like a fabled pied piper guiding patrons to their tables. And oh, those tables—a matter worth penciling it on next year’s resolution list for fortune seekers navigating a parade of requests for views often met with bemusing mislocation. But who’s keeping track when each forkful of chateaubriand erases your spatial grievances?

Let us ruminate, however, upon the sanctum of meat they’ve carefully curated here. The steak is oft declared ‘cooked to perfection,’ a culinary fairy tale made overwhelmingly believable. Their selection feels tinged with food fantastique syndrome; hot enough pillowy, tender, but a persistent grip from service stutters might roll your eyes before meeting agog when that sticky toffee pudding makes an entrance: revelatory stuff, in both quantum and ooze. Complaints of service, tucked like salt under the shallows, stand contrasted against Eleonora and Daniella, the mythically praised bastions of attentive humanity. In both sunshine and shadow, the restaurant remains heroic in ménage—both frighteningly expensive and altogether worth diving into feet first. Consider visiting at least once, cash in hand, as hype does reach your taste buds rather comfortably amidst this carnivorous concert. — Penelope Savory