Spoiler: I ate grains and sugar last night and I liked it. You’ve been warned. Proceed at your own risk.
Last night, a large group of us gathered at Station 1 Restaurant and ate a fantastic, cheat-worthy meal.
I’ve wanted to eat here since I first read that Zack Freitas, the former chef de cuisine at Commis, was opening a restaurant on the peninsula. My dream came true when my fairy godmother, R, secured a coveted Saturday night reservation and invited hubs and I to join her friends and fellow CFPA members for dinner.
As my hubby has blogged before, on rare occasions, we’ll eat some sugar and/or grains. It’s not usually worth it to go off the rails, but when the food is amazing — and yesterday’s dinner certainly fit the bill — I’m there.
At Station 1, you cobble together your own 3 course prix-fixe menu for $54. A cheese plate comes automatically, so you just have to pick a starter, entree, and a dessert. Yep, it was out of my hands: I was forced to order a dessert.
Wanna see what I ate?
Our amuse bouche was a tiny bowl of carrot soup seasoned with mace and topped with cocoa nibs, minced carrot greens, and blood oranges.
For my appetizer, I ordered razor clams served with roasted beets, thinly sliced watermelon radishes, beet puree, clam sauce, black trumpet mushrooms, and a quenelle of cream cheese.
My main dish was sliced leg of lamb served with parsley root puree, roasted parsley root, fig puree, sautéed chard, and parsley greens.
Hubs ordered the Wagyu bavette steak that came with black garlic puree, hen of the woods mushrooms, and miner’s lettuce. He also subbed out the baby Yukon potatoes for some sautéed chard (not so much because he wanted to be a Paleo badass; he just prefers chard to potatoes).
WARNING! Here’s where dinner veers wildly away from being Paleo-compliant…
After our entrees, we received an intermezzo of house-made Meyer lemon and tangelo soda in a tiny shot glass. So not Paleo, but so damn tasty.
Then, we shared a large cheese platter with artisan cheeses, house-made black pepper crackers, currants, and honey.
For dessert, I picked the lavender custard with blueberries and meringue…
…and hubs ordered the banana toffee cake with pecan ice cream, butter wafer, and toasted black walnuts.
Neither dessert sounded great on paper but once I tasted them, I couldn’t stop eating. Damn sugar addiction!
As a final send-off, we were each given a tiny chocolate cookie sandwich filled with maple cream.
Yes, I ate everything and loved it. My faves were the razor clams and the Wagyu bavette. Although I didn’t polish off all my dessert nor did I eat the complimentary flatbread or crackers, I certainly ate a fair amount of sugar and flour. How did I feel after my meal? Maybe just a little bloated but not too bad over all.
The food, cozy ambience, and attentive service at Station 1 were fantastic but the best part of dinner was laughing and sharing with our party. Even though many of us in the group were meeting for the first time, we had no qualms discussing topics as varied as failure analysis, workplace porn, and incontinence. While our group was hooting and hollering (yes, we were THAT group), I saw diners at neighboring tables literally blanch at our loud banter about poo, piss, and porn.
Even if the food had sucked, the evening would’ve been a winner because the company was so much fun. Being the food snob that I am, I rarely — if ever —say that. Take that as a compliment, fellow diners!