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One Friday night my boyfriend and I both independently suggested this place (neither of us remembering the name nor having been but coincidentally having it in mind) so we decided it was fate and we should go.
Being a Friday (aka Wisconsin fish fry holy day) we decided to head over around 8 PM in hopes of avoiding the crush of people. We checked in with the host stand and were told it'd still be a bit of a wait, 20 minutes. Twenty minutes on a Friday is no problem at all. We were able to grab seats at the bar and my boyfriend ordered an old fashioned. I saw a delicious looking creamy pink drink across the bar, but just as my BF's drink was placed in front of him our buzzer went off so I didn't get a chance to ask what it was. All told we probably waited a little over five minutes for our table. Not bad!
Once seated we had some time to peruse the menu - the dining room was still hoppin' so it took a bit for our server to get to us. I ordered the broasted 1/2 chicken with white meat and hash browns; my boyfriend got the three-piece fried cod and cheesy hash browns. The server sent us on our way to the soup and salad bar.
The salad bar is exactly how you remember it from your childhood - iceberg lettuce, cherry tomatoes, shredded cheese, bacon bits, and big vats of dressing with those tan ladles that have the fat, semi-cursive writing on the handles letting you know the crucial difference between ranch and bleu cheese. They also have packets of dressing up top if that's more your speed. I told you at the beginning this wasn't fancy.
There are two soups to choose from. We had the option of chicken noodle and french onion. Don't sleep on the croutons. They're house made and some of the best I've had. I opted for the french onion soup and it seemed to be made from scratch. The croutons soaked up the broth perfectly. So good.
When we returned from the salad bar the server dropped off a mini loaf of bread. It was warm and soft and obviously the source of the croutons. I only had one slice since I went ham on the croutons in my soup, but my boyfriend devoured it and I heard the table behind us request a box just for their bread - they couldn't bear to leave it behind.
When our entrees arrived we both realized we could have opted for the smaller offerings of our meals. I ended up with two huge breasts and wings, and my boyfriend's cod filets were probably 3x6 inches each. The hash browns were very generous. Needless to say, we both went home with leftovers.
The chicken itself was some of the best broasted/fried chicken I've ever had. The coating was super crispy but didn't form the impenetrable shell you sometimes get on broasted chicken, and there was a ton of meat on the bone. I generally am extremely picky about eating bone-in chicken and leave half of it on the plate because I get grossed out but this was an amazing exception. The meat was juicy and plentiful.
Despite being full I decided I wanted to truly embrace the supper club experience and the nostalgia for my childhood and ordered a grasshopper. A towering glass of minty, chocolatey ice cream goodness came out and it was perfect. With its large portion size I was afraid to see how much it added to the bill, but it was only $6. I was expecting $9-12. I think that is probably what sealed the deal for me.
If you didn't grow up in Wisconsin and want to get a sense of what makes us the way we are, head to Maple Tree.
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