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Station 4 Brunch

Back in November, we kept getting emails from a very persistent guy. We’ll call him Scott (which, whatever, that’s actually his real name). While we love it when our readers reach out, we generally don’t accept random brunch invitations from strangers—our mothers taught us well.


But, he kept at it, and after a few emails, his pitch caught our attention:

I wanted to reach out to you in hopes of organizing a guest brunch slot for my girlfriend, also named Becca. She is an avid reader of your blog (how I was turned on to your great site), and most importantly, loves brunch. It’s a favorite past-time, and she seems determined to try all of the places you mention.

Yada yada yada (insert flattery and Bitches blushing here) it continued …

Anyway, she’s a great girl, 24 years old, from Richmond, VA, works in Democratic politics, fun-loving, and again, an inveterate bruncher!

OK, anyone who uses the word ‘inveterate’ in the same sentence as ‘brunch’ has our attention …

If so, I was thinking I could just tell her to meet a family friend or a cousin of mine in from out of town for a “girl’s brunch” at a location of your choosing… and surprise, it’s her favorite bloggers!

Heh. Um. Surprise?

Would be an awesome present under the tree!!

OK. Give her the present, Scott, we replied, slightly worried.

Christmas came and went, and we eventually heard back from Scott. She was delighted, excited, on top of the world. Oy, we thought. We’re not that amazing. This poor girl might be disappointed by her so-called Christmas present. Well, at least her lovely boyfriend is creative.


We arranged to meet for brunch at Station 4, our newest partner. We had been once before, right when the restaurant opened, but the place has since revamped its brunch menu and started offering bottomless cocktails every Saturday and Sunday from 11 a.m. to 3p.m., so we needed to head to Southwest to check it out again.

Priced at $25 per person, brunch includes one entrée from Executive Chef Orlando Amaro’s a la carte brunch menu along with bottomless mimosas, Bloody Marys or a nectar and champagne cocktail—a total steal. Plus, on the first and last Sunday of every month, a live jazz band, The Defractions, plays from 11 to 3.


Becca the Bitch arrived first, and Becca the guest was already waiting. They chatted, grabbed a table, and Becca the Bitch (let’s just call her BB, yes?) was immediately relieved that the other Becca wasn’t a complete weirdo. In fact, she was pretty great, and they quickly got to talking about her life in D.C. and her lovely, kind boyfriend. Before she knew it, Cori Sue and our very pregnant friend Stephanie had joined.

We four girls shared a round table by the big windows. The restaurant is gorgeous. Swanky at night; light-filled during the day. It also has a lovely patio for when the weather is nice, and you can do some good Southwest people-watching. There are big glass chandeliers over some tables, plush, high-backed chairs, and comfy booths. The bar is long and sleek, and there are high tops, which we have utilized for happy hour more than once or twice.


The brunch menu itself offers all the necessities—with a D.C. twist. For instance, in a nod to the team just around the corner, The Nationals is a fresh croissant covered with scrambled eggs, diced ham, onions, green peppers, tomatoes and melted cheese. There are also two kinds of “local” mimosas, The Waterfront mimosa, made with vodka, lime, peach juice and sparkling wine. And The Southwest mimosa, made with gin, homemade raspberry syrup, lime and sparkling wine.

The mimosas were served in big wine glasses if you order them individually. If you’re bottomless, you get a different, shorter cup, which is constantly refilled.


Pregnant Stephanie was craving a burger, so she got the “Die Hard.” Yeesh, thought vegetarian Cori Sue beside her. It was a half-pound of lean, black angus beef on a kaiser roll with cheddar, bacon, lettuce, tomato, onion and mayo. Preggers devoured the whole thing—don’t worry, it was well-done. It came  served with a side of duck fat fries, which we had already ordered for the table, or a salad. Stephanie opted for the Greek salad, which was lovely, light and refreshing—and just the right size.


So back to those duck fat fries. They were scrumptious, and arrived with delicious dipping sauces, which were amazing, too.


Our newest Bitch Becca ordered the farm fresh omelet, which was filled with mushrooms, onions, tomatoes, spinach and melted cheese. It was a good size and made with fluffy eggs, and served with toast.


We could not go without the Nutella croissant, and we shared it at the table. The warm, crispy croissant was filled with Nutella and topped with fresh strawberries and cream. Just the perfect amount of crisp and chocolate.


The Brioche French Toast was also just as much of a dessert. It arrived topped with a heavy dollop of cream and fresh fruit, raspberry butter, maple syrup and powdered sugar, as well.


Becca got the classic biscuits and gravy. The dish is country Berkshire sausage gravy over an open-faced biscuit, served with two eggs any-style and a sausage patty. It was comforting and delicious.


Cori Sue opted for a dish that combined two of her most favorite things—a bagel and lox and a Benedict—making the dish a salmon bagel benny, oy vey! A toasted bagel with cream cheese was topped with house-cured smoked salmon and poached eggs. It was garnished with diced onions, capers and scallions, just as it should be. She devoured the whole thing—and touts marathon training, rather than pregnancy, as her excuse.

The Bitches say: B. A good option on the barren Southwest Waterfront. American food in a posh ambiance—great French fries and French toast.

Station 4
1101 4th St. S.W.
Washington, D.C.
(202) 488-0987

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Becca and Cori Sue

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  1. I love your blog, and God knows I love brunch. But I feel like I’m going to scream if I read one more post in which someone refers to herself as a “vegetarian” and then proceeds to eat fish. Fish are animals! What you are is a pescetarian. There’s no shame in that. It’s cool. You just are 100% not a vegetarian if you eat fish. This seems like a minor issue, but it spreads the wrong impression about people who actually follow a vegetarian diet. I cannot tell you how many times people have offered me fish after I’ve explained that I’m a vegetarian. It’s very frustrating. Thanks for listening – and as I said, aside from this one minor exception, I love the blog! 🙂

  2. Hi Becky! Totally get it. I am a pescetarian, but most people don’t know what the hell that means. It kind of sounds funny, too. For your sanity’s sake, I’m happy to refer to myself as a pescetarian.

  3. I agree with Cori Sue…I am a pescatarian as well.But when I say that, most meat eaters dont understand and give me the *blank stare*, then I have to go into a long explaination about what I eat…it gets complicated. So I usually say I’m a vegetarian to keep it simple. So no disrespect to Vegetarians, it’s just complicated sometimes! 🙂

    By the way, I love the blog! I’ve been to Ben’s Next Door brunch several times after your review 🙂

  4. I’m so happy I came across this recent review. I read the other review from 2011 and was not impressed. It’s seems they have made some nice changes to the menu and adding the bottomless deal. I want to have a birthday brunch for myself and have been looking into this restaurant. Thanks again. Love you ladies!

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