A name like Hawksmoor conjures a steakhouse of the old-school era—dark woods and dim corners that curl with smoke. But the New York location of the London-born import is nothing of the sort. The modern-day steakhouse is a marvel, as the cavernous dining hall implores you to look up and gaze upon its 30-foot vaulted ceilings and original crown molding. Such glorious environs feel almost church-like, which tracks, as the dry-aged, Sunday Roast is as close to a religious experience that you can get.
Occupying the former United Charities Building, the steakhouse exudes a certain level of grandness. A server keyed me in on the details: anything above the greenish-blue paint on the walls is an original of the building, from the aforementioned ceilings to the restored stained glass. Yet, likely