Eat. Drink. Live.
A walk at Tallman State Park, lunch at the Filling Station, and, later, lounging in the back yard with an ancient issue of Bon App. Seems we have a budding journalist on our hands. Related posts: Tarry Tavern with Boo […]
For Veteran’s Day, I took the day off, and we went for a walk with Flash through Tallman State Park. And there was a stop for a burger at The Filling Station, too! Good times. Related posts: Morning walk with […]
A new outpost of one of our favorite hamburger stands opened in West Haverstraw: TFS, as they like to shorten it, is the northern edition of The Filling Station. Like its sister in Palisades (see our visits here: The […]
Irene and I made an unusual, but delicious, choice for pre-theater supper this time around: we stopped for dinner at the Filling Station on 9W on the way down to the city, intead of eating when we got there. Pizza […]
In The Filling Station on 9W in Palisades, we have a world-class hamburger stand not 10 minutes from the farm. And since we were all nursing a bit of a hangover after our late-night movie escapades — what? you’re not […]
The best burgers ever. Sam, unfortunately, didn’t like her avocado quite as much. But Irene gave it the college try. We stuck with burgers. We’re so lucky to have this place. Related posts: Outside at The Filling Station New Year’s […]
We’ve been to The Filling Station a couple of times now, but it hasn’t yet been warm enough for us to enjoy our burgers outside at the picnic tables. Well that time has come, friends. The players, after the jump. […]
The Filling Station, which SCF fans may remember from our trip there on New Year’s Eve day, has such delicious burgers. After a trip to the Palisades Indoor Farmers Market, we were powerless to resist stopping for lunch. Yes indeedy. […]
For our New Year’s celebration, we headed out to Palisades to buy some Weleda cream for the baby and have a hamburger at The Filling Station on Route 9W. Then we went home to hang out with Sam and watch […]
My husband, Greg, and I are co-founders of SCF, which chronicles what we eat, drink and grow as we raise our daughter on a tiny plot of land in the Lower Hudson Valley.
