The Filling Station Pub & Grill

I went here for drinks on a random Saturday night and I was surprised by how dead it was.  I am told that it gets slam packed in the summer, but this early spring night was a ghost town.  They were advertising a free bulls jersey, but nobody seemed to have any idea how you could win it.  The drinks were average and affordable, I guess I am used to Chicago prices.  The one downside was that there were little flies all over the place.  I call them "poo flies", but who knows what they were.  We kept having to swat them away.  I guess I would come back when the patio is open, but I won't be going out of my way to come back.

Based on other reviews we didn't bother with the food here. This is a review for the bar only. I liked the space. It is really spread out and I thought it was cute. I could tell the patio would be really fun in the Summer. We had great service and the prices seemed reasonable. The beer list was just OK though.

Not very good. Not very good at all.
We were in St. Charles this past Sunday. Not the best day to be here as alot of businesses were closed. After we had done all the exploring we could, The Filling Station was one of just a few places open for lunch. We chose it because, A) we were hungry, and B) if you like that show American Pickers, it's kinda neat. They have all this old service station memorabilia, hence the name of the place. (In case you hadn't already put that together, I thoughtfully threw that in. I'm digging for a few "useful" votes - ha ha ha.)
It was pretty dead. There was a guy at the bar, and one other couple. We sat at a high-top table overlooking the beer garden, which I imagine is nice during the summer months. Our very cute and polite server took our drink order, and then we got down to the business of deciding what to order. The menu here is not very exciting - but I do enjoy a good sandwich, and they had about 11 to offer. But they too, didn't sound all that thrilling. I decided on The Big Cheese on sourdough (3 cheese, grilled, with tomato), and my husband chose The Woody (same as above, but with bacon and onion). We opted for fries as our sides. Our server brought us our beers, took our order, and departed. We had both ordered Hacker-Pschorr. I looked at my beer. My husband looked at his. We both took a sip. We both made a face. We both set them down. I don't know what the heck that was, but if you look at the picture I posted, you'll agree - no way that's a Hacker-Pschorr. I'm no beer expert (shout-out to Nichole K. : please forgive my amateur description of this), but it was the color of whiskey. It had positively no head to it. It tasted gross. We mentioned this to our server and she went to the bar to ask the bartender what it was. Her reply? "That's Hacker-Pschorr Amber." Is there even such a thing? (Nichole? Nichole?) And if so, that's not what we ordered. She took it back and we settled for Goose Island 312. YAWN.
The sandwiches were small, the fries limp, and the beer disappointing. Service was good, with the exception of the bartender. It was a bummer. Too bad too, because we don't get out to St. Charles much.