Sunday roasts, sticky toffee pudding, and porn-star martinis hinted at Anglomania’s return to New York nightlife. Now the pubs are arriving in force

By Cami Fateh

When the British steak-house chain Hawksmoor opened in New York, five years ago, they had to explain what a Sunday roast was. “Imagine Thanksgiving dinner, but you’re having it over lunch, and it’s not turkey,” said Evyn Block, the steak house’s U.S. brand director.

Fast-forward to now, and the quintessential pub meal needs no introduction. This winter saw a series of Sunday roasts staged at the city’s fashion-set haunts—People’s and Jean’s, the latter of which co-hosted one alongside Barbour. But the recent Britification of the New York nightlife and dining scenes—now marked by a fresh wave of pub openings—does not stop there. READ ON