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Golden Bear Station – A Welcome Mistake
There are two kinds of mistakes in life. The kind you regret, and the kind that turns into an unforgettable meal.
We walked into *Golden Bear Station* at 5:30 on a Friday, expecting a casual pizza joint. Something simple, unassuming maybe a cold beer and a wood-fired pie. What we got was something else entirely. This was no pizza shack. This was serious. White tablecloths, hushed conversation, a dining room full of people who clearly *belonged*.
Shit.
We were in over our heads.
And then, like all great dining experiences, there was a moment of grace. Heidi, the kind of front-of-house maestro you don’t find often enough, greeted us like old friends. We admitted we had no reservation. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she cleared a table set for six and gave us an hour.
An hour? Challenge accepted.
We started with the white asparagus, draped in a hollandaise so perfectly balanced it felt like a sin to eat it too fast. Then came the Basque omelette, topped with a decadent, salty pop of caviar. The chef was so proud of his creation, he snapped a photo himself. There’s something deeply satisfying about eating a dish so good even the creator wants to remember it.
And then Heidi, playing the part of both host and conspirator, handed us a glass of champagne. *Because champagne is meant for that dish*, she said. She wasn’t wrong.
We finished with the Amitriciana … rich, spicy, deeply comforting. The kind of pasta that reminds you why Italy is still running circles around the rest of the world when it comes to food.
By the time the hour was up, we had eaten like kings, drunk like we had something important to celebrate, and somehow still managed to make it out in time. Heidi sent us off with a piece of Basque cheesecake on the house. Because, of course, that’s the kind of place this is.
Golden Bear Station isn’t a restaurant. It’s an experience. One of those rare spots where hospitality still means something, where food is cooked with reverence, and where a mistake if you’re lucky turns into the best damn meal you’ve had in a long time.