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| - "I'm not sure I trust the system" - feelings of my dining partner and I as we stood next to the bar, Lake Louie in hand, assured that our fish order was on some list that corresponded with a table list that somehow kept us in the right order and would land us a Friday night fish fry eventually.
As stated below, the "system" at Toby's seems pretty chaotic. There's no hostess or instructions, and the way to get the process started is just to belly up to the bar and request food. We waited about an hour at ~7pm on a Friday, though as promised (and seemingly in the correct order), eventually we were seated.
From that point on, the chaos gave way to a great meal. Having gone to supper clubs with my grandparents in southwest Wisconsin growing up, my reaction may have been more Proustian than most, but this is the real deal. A vegetable platter with a plate of crackers, including sesame "breadsticks" in cellophane. Quality coleslaw and fries. Perfectly-fried fish, large pieces of cod and well-breaded perch. Even one of those rectangular Andes mints to top it off as we settled the reasonable bill.
No extra stars for the dining room (retro, but comfortable) or technology, but our meal at Toby's was fantastic and a great representation of the unique aspects of a Wisconsin fish fry.
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