Father’s Day at Hawksmoor Dublin
He’ll say don’t fuss. Fuss anyway.
Sunday 21st June
It’s a funny one, Father’s Day. They pretend they’re not bothered, don’t they. “No, no, don’t make a thing of it. Bit of peace and quiet will do me fine.” But you know better. And whoever he is to you, dad, stepdad, grandad, the uncle with all the bad jokes, the family friend who quietly showed up for years, you know he’s near-impossible to buy for. He’s already got the socks, the gadget, the third pair of barbecue tongs.
What he hasn’t got is an afternoon with no clock on it, a proper steak in front of him, and the people he likes most around the table. Father figures come in all shapes. Looking after them properly is the easy part. That bit’s on us.
The Offering
That part we know a thing or two about. Grass-fed beef, dry-aged for 35 days, cooked simply over screaming-hot coals with nothing but a scattering of Maldon salt. All the sauces (get the bone marrow gravy for the table). Triple-cooked chips we keep a whole training manual for. And a sticky toffee pudding worth saving room for, whatever he says about being full.
No set menu he didn’t ask for. No forced fanfare. Just food worth slowing down for, and a team who’ll look after him without ever hovering. Come as you are, order too much, take your time.
Sunday Roast
Father’s Day falls on a Sunday, which means there’s another way to do it. Our Sunday roast has been twice voted the best in the country, and we treat that like a standard to live up to, not a line to put on a poster.
A whole rump of 35-day dry-aged beef, smoked over charcoal then finished slow in the oven, carved thick because thin slices have no place here. Beef-dripping roast potatoes that shatter at the edges. Yorkshire puddings the size of small hills. Roasted carrots, buttered greens, a whole soft clove of garlic for the ones who go all in. And bone marrow and onion gravy, poured without restraint.
Steak or roast, the kitchen takes both awfully seriously. He just has to decide how he wants to spend the afternoon.
Can’t Make It This Father’s Day?
Hawksmoor digital gift cards from €50
Some father figures are impossible to be in the same city as, never mind buy for. Dad, stepdad, grandad, the uncle who taught you to drive, the one who simply showed up. If you can’t get him to the table on the day, send him to it later.
A Hawksmoor gift card is a digital card, from €50, redeemable in the restaurant. He opens it, picks his moment, and books a proper steak, a Sunday roast, an icy Martini, whatever takes him. No socks. No smart speaker he’ll never set up. Just a very good meal with his name on it, whenever he fancies it.
