In Ohio supper clubs, they understand something the rest of the restaurant world seems to have forgotten: dinner should feel like an occasion, not a race against the clock.
From Friday evening through Sunday night, these classic spots fill with regulars who reserve tables weeks ahead, settle into booths that feel like second living rooms, and stretch meals across multiple courses without once checking the time.
I have spent enough weekend evenings in these dining rooms to recognize the pattern: soft lighting, white tablecloths, prime rib specials, and conversations that matter more than Instagram photos…