Stopped by for dinner the other night. Could not believe the line, and after we got in and finished eating, could not believe we waited.
The ipswich clams were just so-so, I've tasted better in a mall. The butter lettuce salad with shaved egg was as ordinary a salad as you'll ever come across, the shaved egg was actually about one-twentieth of a shaved egg, so I'm sure they made it last through lots of salads. The dressing was way too vingar-y. The cured meats weren't bad, but I've had lots better Proscuitto in other places.
The hamburger was made from ground chuck, and I'm sorry, I'm not so sure that's something to boast about, organic or not. The meat was rather tasteless, and my request for a rare burger came decidely well done. The flatbreads (read: pizza) was nothing special, and why they call it "white shrimp" is beyond me.
The choclate cake was just okay, the butterscotch pudding ordinary, although the candied nuts on top provided a nice touch.
I usually wait a little while for a restaurant to get its bearings, but with a long line out front I figured they must be doing something right. I'm not sure why there was such a stampede, unless maybe there was a Harrison Ford spotting, but even then I wouldn't plunk down $100 for a bar-style meal just to glance at a celebrity.
Ford's Filling Station may yet improve. The space is nice, the service decent, the ambience very cool. But unless the food rises above the ordinary, I'd say I already have gotten my "fill."
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