There’s something magical about walking into Toby’s Supper Club in Madison that feels like stepping into a time machine – one that happens to be programmed for maximum deliciousness and minimum pretension.
This unassuming roadside gem on the south side of Madison might not look like much from the outside – a modest white building that could easily be mistaken for someone’s ranch home if not for the parking lot – but locals know better than to judge this book by its cover.
Wisconsin’s supper club tradition is a cultural institution as beloved as the Packers, cheese curds, and complaining about winter, and Toby’s stands as a shining (or should I say, sizzling) example of why these establishments continue to thrive in an age of trendy farm-to-table bistros and molecular gastronomy.
The moment you pull open that door, the sensory experience begins – the warm glow of soft lighting, the buzz of conversation, the unmistakable aroma of searing steaks, and if you’re lucky, the sweet cinnamon perfume of their legendary rolls…