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Address: 1930 N Green Bay Rd, North Chicago, IL 60064
Phone: (847) 689-4742
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Toby’s Bar & Grill, 1940 Green Bay Rd, North Chicago, IL 60064, US
Located on Green Bay Road, Toby’s Tavern offers a menu filled with classic American dishes that are perfect for a casual dining experience.
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1930 Green Bay Road, North Chicago, IL, United States, 60064. Services. . Specialties. Dine-in · In-store pickup. Contact info. . (847) 689-4742.
North Chicago, IL | Hours, Reviews, and Ratings – Toby’s Tavern
Toby’s Tavern is a restaurant that serves American (Traditional) and Pub Food on 1930 N Green Bay Rd in North Chicago, IL and is a Local Fave on NetWaiter. View …
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Randy Pfister
Much better before. Been coming here off and on for years. Hadn’t been here for awhile. Very pricy now. Not many in the place for a Friday evening. Bartender said prices on the menu weren’t accurate? Didn’t tell me how much.. She said no barbeque. No soup. Probably won’t go back. Cost way to much
… moreCarol Caes
We were in town for our son’s Navy graduation and stopped in. Fancy Nancy and Ron were absolutely amazing! Felt like home. Thank you for welcoming us! Definitely worth the stop, and the fish is delicious!!!
… moreAndy Forsythe
Four Waters and Other Trials of the Soul
If a man wanders long enough, he will eventually stumble into a place that reveals more about himself than any sermon. For four sailors reunited after forty years, that unlikely sanctuary was Toby’s Bar & Grill, a weary outpost crouched on Green Bay Road like a tavern set between two kingdoms: one ruled by hunger, the other by Providence.
The place sagged under winter’s grime. Its windows streaked as though it had spent the season mourning. Inside, the room was split as neatly as the world: to the right, an oversized bar tended by a woman clinging to the fashions of another century. Around her, four elderly patrons who seemed carved into their stools by time. Most striking was a woman in a leopard coat crowned with trembling feathers. Regal and tragic. Like a queen who misplaced her throne.
We, four men of advancing years, entered awkwardly and collided into one another like schoolboys. The moment held that subtle modern tension, the instinct to divide the room into “us” and “them.” Yet we pressed on. A man must not let discomfort masquerade as virtue.
The tables on the left leaned and sighed under our weight, their outdated chairs demanding one foot on the floor for balance. When the barmaid arrived with menus sticky from long neglect, she declared that most of what they offered did not, in fact, exist. The prices were fiction as well. It was the sort of warning one receives at the start of a fable, though we ignored the warning and asked for water.
Time thickened. Minutes dragged. When water finally appeared, it came with a bottle of lemon juice, as though sliced fruit at a bar was mere legend told by travelers.
Our first man ordered a hamburger. “We’re out,” she replied with the calm finality of a sentry who has turned away better men. Pork chops became our new hope. She shouted the question across the room to the cook, a man we presumed to be Toby himself, perched at the bar with a drink like a minor god who had grown tired of his own kitchen. His answer drifted back with the voice of a beaten-down foe. We surrendered our plans and followed the path of pork chops. I asked only for a BLT, trusting that even a troubled kingdom could manage bread, bacon, and lettuce.
Another long wait. More unquenched thirst. The barmaid floated among her regulars, leaving us to the silence of our own conversation. When the food arrived, the pork chops still carried their bones, the fries were seasoned with the enthusiasm of an unsupervised child, and my BLT came on untoasted loaf bread with lettuce shaved into confetti. It looked as though an angel had attempted cookery without understanding how gravity or sandwiches worked.
A refill of water arrived in a plastic pitcher last seen in church basements of the 1970s. Still, it was cold. Gratitude has survived on less.
The bill was merciful. The experience was not. Yet we left oddly richer, for not every journey nourishes the body. Some teach the quieter truths. Toby’s offered us little comfort, but it did grant us something more: the rediscovery of fellowship in a place that time forgot.
We walked back into the cold afternoon bemused and strangely full of story. Four old sailors, carrying a new tale no map would ever trouble to mark.
… moreIf a man wanders long enough, he will eventually stumble into a place that reveals more about himself than any sermon. For four sailors reunited after forty years, that unlikely sanctuary was Toby’s Bar & Grill, a weary outpost crouched on Green Bay Road like a tavern set between two kingdoms: one ruled by hunger, the other by Providence.
The place sagged under winter’s grime. Its windows streaked as though it had spent the season mourning. Inside, the room was split as neatly as the world: to the right, an oversized bar tended by a woman clinging to the fashions of another century. Around her, four elderly patrons who seemed carved into their stools by time. Most striking was a woman in a leopard coat crowned with trembling feathers. Regal and tragic. Like a queen who misplaced her throne.
We, four men of advancing years, entered awkwardly and collided into one another like schoolboys. The moment held that subtle modern tension, the instinct to divide the room into “us” and “them.” Yet we pressed on. A man must not let discomfort masquerade as virtue.
The tables on the left leaned and sighed under our weight, their outdated chairs demanding one foot on the floor for balance. When the barmaid arrived with menus sticky from long neglect, she declared that most of what they offered did not, in fact, exist. The prices were fiction as well. It was the sort of warning one receives at the start of a fable, though we ignored the warning and asked for water.
Time thickened. Minutes dragged. When water finally appeared, it came with a bottle of lemon juice, as though sliced fruit at a bar was mere legend told by travelers.
Our first man ordered a hamburger. “We’re out,” she replied with the calm finality of a sentry who has turned away better men. Pork chops became our new hope. She shouted the question across the room to the cook, a man we presumed to be Toby himself, perched at the bar with a drink like a minor god who had grown tired of his own kitchen. His answer drifted back with the voice of a beaten-down foe. We surrendered our plans and followed the path of pork chops. I asked only for a BLT, trusting that even a troubled kingdom could manage bread, bacon, and lettuce.
Another long wait. More unquenched thirst. The barmaid floated among her regulars, leaving us to the silence of our own conversation. When the food arrived, the pork chops still carried their bones, the fries were seasoned with the enthusiasm of an unsupervised child, and my BLT came on untoasted loaf bread with lettuce shaved into confetti. It looked as though an angel had attempted cookery without understanding how gravity or sandwiches worked.
A refill of water arrived in a plastic pitcher last seen in church basements of the 1970s. Still, it was cold. Gratitude has survived on less.
The bill was merciful. The experience was not. Yet we left oddly richer, for not every journey nourishes the body. Some teach the quieter truths. Toby’s offered us little comfort, but it did grant us something more: the rediscovery of fellowship in a place that time forgot.
We walked back into the cold afternoon bemused and strangely full of story. Four old sailors, carrying a new tale no map would ever trouble to mark.
Johnny “El Dred” Gato
5+5 =
So, I finally have a chance to give you the diddy on Toby’s!
I really love this place, folks are really nice, it’s an older crowd, not too many jitterbugs, and those younger folks are very respectful the few that were in there. The ladies running the front had their kids their, doing double duty. And I mean the women were doing the double duty, raising children and running the front. It really is a family affair.
I’ll post a picture of my barbecue pork sandwich and a quick catfish dinner. All delicious! Compliments to the chefs. The place is clean, people are friendly, good conversation, and a lot of laughing. I have to give them a really excellent score on atmosphere. Also, a great place to watch the game. I’m going to add this to my favorites list, along with sports bar hopping.
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I currently have 144 million on my views, so I don’t pull any punches, and I don’t give bad reviews. If I have an issue, I will wait until the next time. Everyone has bad days. But the two times that I’ve been there, zero bad days!
Special mention to Vreszae, very kind, efficient, and very funny.
Also, plenty of slots! I’m not a slots guy, but if that’s your gig, you can eat good and play to your heart’s content.
… moreSo, I finally have a chance to give you the diddy on Toby’s!
I really love this place, folks are really nice, it’s an older crowd, not too many jitterbugs, and those younger folks are very respectful the few that were in there. The ladies running the front had their kids their, doing double duty. And I mean the women were doing the double duty, raising children and running the front. It really is a family affair.
I’ll post a picture of my barbecue pork sandwich and a quick catfish dinner. All delicious! Compliments to the chefs. The place is clean, people are friendly, good conversation, and a lot of laughing. I have to give them a really excellent score on atmosphere. Also, a great place to watch the game. I’m going to add this to my favorites list, along with sports bar hopping.
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I currently have 144 million on my views, so I don’t pull any punches, and I don’t give bad reviews. If I have an issue, I will wait until the next time. Everyone has bad days. But the two times that I’ve been there, zero bad days!
Special mention to Vreszae, very kind, efficient, and very funny.
Also, plenty of slots! I’m not a slots guy, but if that’s your gig, you can eat good and play to your heart’s content.
Toni Lowery
Our experience was great, waitress very accommodating and nice. Food had lots of flavor, and come out hot and fresh. We will be back!
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… moreOh pink lemonade is
Louisville sports Family
Roger Wareham
The food was delicious. Good southern soul food that came out fresh and warm. The service was nice. The girls working were nice to customers and had the pleasant callouts to everyone. Like “baby, and honey”. To me makes it a more homely place to come to.
Service, some times they would get distracted and I heard a few grumbling from others that something was missed on their orders. The atmosphere when it comes to the patrons were welcoming. As an outsider sitting at the bar everyone was pleasant to me. The place was just dated. It could use a little bit of freshening up.
Other than that I enjoyed the place. Told my wife and brother about it right away. Just some good old cooking. If/when I am back in the area, I will make this a stop for food again.
… moreService, some times they would get distracted and I heard a few grumbling from others that something was missed on their orders. The atmosphere when it comes to the patrons were welcoming. As an outsider sitting at the bar everyone was pleasant to me. The place was just dated. It could use a little bit of freshening up.
Other than that I enjoyed the place. Told my wife and brother about it right away. Just some good old cooking. If/when I am back in the area, I will make this a stop for food again.
Matthew Hoover
Place has gotten a lot better over the past few months, with improvements to service and hospitality. Karaoke is very fun on Saturdays.
… moreVictoria Espinosa
Toby’s tavern has forever ruined me for any other wings. Coming from southern Arizona I always search for a one of kind, local gem and Toby’s did not disappoint. Wonderful hospitality and best home cooking I have ever came across. Thank you Tobys for making us feel welcomed.
… moreJose Jimenez
Tuesday and Wednesday, $1 beers (domestic), food is good and reasonably priced.
… moreTahjanae Suttles
The food was sooo delicious, and the staff service was immaculate. My friends and I loved it.
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