Imagine you were traveling along in the middle of no were, you had run out of water, desperate to find a place where your alternative music and fashion trends were accepted. A place where you could wear the tightest jeans, and drink water out of jars. Then you see it, the nirvana of all hipster hangouts, the neon sign above says "Station 22."
The Jack Barowak burger was superb. It combined bacon, slow grilled beef, and a wonderful burbon sauce. The powerful flavors and huge portion really left me satisfied.
All in all, I would give Station 22 a 9/10, the food was great, but the feel, well lets just say I wasn't feeling it. It felt so Portland, I felt that I couldn't fit in with the demographic. If you go, please go for the food, and the service. I really did enjoy my experience.