- A waiter's perspective on a short-lived restaurant.
The mannequin "painter" on the back wall led to many a customer's joke. A moment's reflection had one thinking: Why "station"? Was there a station nearby? No. We waiters also had to think: Why is this place so empty on a Saturday night? Still, it was a good place for a novice to get some waiting experience before moving on to Gratzi or someplace else more remunerative. Not a bad menu--expensive for the early 1990s--$15-$18 entrees. Inside a bit dark and not overly un-dingy. Yet, to management's credit, it did occasionally get busy, but then the people flocking in didn't know that they should tip on the food ordered and not on the final bill after two-for-one coupon was invoked.