Hmmm, where to start. We arrived for our reservation and the table wasn't ready. They suggested we go to the unaffiliated bar in the hotel to wait it out. Not the greatest start. About 20 minutes later, we get the call the table is now ready, and we are ushered in to a busy and loud dining room. You are *very* close to other tables, yet far across your own table. We almost needed to text each other to communicate.
The sommelier came around and made some suggestions - he was very, very nice and genuine. Waitstaff was cute and mostly efficient. We ended up having the beef short rib, and a daily special pizza for appetizers. The short rib was tasty with the black pepper jam, but it looked like it had sat under the warmers for a bit - it looked dried out. Then we had the halibut with chorizo, and the beef tenderloin. The halibut had a bit of spice and was super salty. It came in a broth with some different vegetables, but it was so salty, I had to abandon trying to finish it. The tenderloin was very good, cooked perfectly. We also had milk chocolate mousse for dessert with the passionfruit custard - very good, and just right to share.
Hawksworth came out and did some glad-handing with some tables of regulars. There was a good portion of "housewives of West Van" types and their requisite financiers, along with tables of businessmen diners, and the "young and the fabulous" - well, as good as it gets in Vancouver, anyhow. Waitstaff was cute and mostly efficient.
This restaurant made me long to go back to Bishop's, or Vij's. There, the food speaks first and you feel valued. At Hawksworth, I felt like the food was not as lovingly prepared and the tacky, tacky, over-stylized decor and patronage lent a hand in detracting from the food. Take a look at the ceiling when you are there. You'll see where they put their money, and it wasn't into the spirit of executing truly great food and genuine service.