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Toby’s Supper Club
3717 S. Dutch Mill Rd.
Things have always run a little differently at Toby’s Supper Club, tucked a couple of stones’ throws away from the traffic rushing past on Stoughton Road. For starters, your first stop is, by default, the bar: Friendly waitstaff take your fish fry order while you enjoy a beverage or two—may we recommend the key lime martini? Once the food’s ready, you’re led to a table where your entire meal awaits you. In this case, it’s probably cornbread-battered, wild-caught Canadian lake perch, a salad, maybe a baked potato or some cottage cheese. Toby’s fry began with lake perch, but when that fish population crashed in the 1970s, Atlantic cod joined the menu and quickly took hold.
Catch owner Roxanne Peterson at a slow moment, and she might spill on some of the modest club’s outsized and storied history, how what’s now the kitchen area used to be a barbershop, or that Prohibition-era bootleggers used to run illicit gin from the very spot where you’re chomping hash browns. Or when the staff used to pan-fry every order. Seriously.
Toby’s thrives on tradition, consistency and word of mouth and, as is probably apparent, airtight organization. “We’ve stuck with what we’ve always known,” she says. “What works for us, works for us.” And for her customers, too.