In the autumn of 1978, my grandfather hired a pianist, a bassist, and a drummer for the opening week. They never quite left. Every Wednesday through Sunday since then — through three generations of the family and four changes of wallpaper in the lounge — a trio or a quartet has set up on the small stage beneath the stagelight fixture and played two sets a night, four nights a week plus a Sunday brunch in the early years.
What you hear on any given evening is not a soundtrack. It is a working band in a working room: standards from the Great American Songbook on Wednesdays, original arrangements and modal work on Thursdays, a vocal-forward quartet on Fridays, an acoustic trio on Saturdays, and a long, slow Sunday supper set that has been known to end after last call. The players are local — Milwaukee, Madison, Chicago — and most of them have been with the house for years. You will recognize them by name the second time you come in.
Guests ask, with some regularity, whether the music is too loud. It is not. It is mixed low enough that you can hold a conversation across a two-top, but high enough that you can hear the brushwork on the snare and the breath in the saxophone. We tune the room for the second set, when the candles are low and the ribeye has been cleared and the Old Fashioneds arrive without being asked for. That is the hour the program was built around.
If you are new to us, we would suggest a Wednesday or a Thursday, a party of two, and a willingness to stay for the ten o'clock set. The reservations desk knows how to seat you close to the band, or far from it, depending on what you came for. Either way, plan on staying a while.
— Eleanor Wedgewood, third-generation proprietor