Walk into a small dining room on Madison’s south side, and you can feel dinner hour gather like an old habit. Lamps glow, chatter hums, and plates of fried cod drift past with that familiar perfume of lemon and tartar.
At Toby’s Supper Club, a humble fish sandwich still carries the weight of memory. Regulars swear it tastes the same as it did decades ago, light, crisp, and stacked on a soft bun. You sit, you take a bite, and suddenly, weeknights feel easy again.
Nothing fancy, only faithful. That is how legends survive in Wisconsin.
The Place
Tucked away on S. Dutch Mill Road, Toby’s Supper Club operates with that slow-burn Wisconsin confidence. Dinner kicks off at 5 p.m. every night except Sunday, when the doors stay locked and the fryers rest…