Exceptional service! Delicious food and drinks. And was brought out quickly! Brought back lots of memories being in such a nostalgic atmosphere. My kiddos enjoyed seeing all of the differnt dressed up Bob big boy figures. Highly recommend if youre looking for a fun and yummy spot to relax at the Dells. *note that the bloody Mary does not come with the trimmings. We put it together ourselves just having fun!
KM
Kitty Moore
Aug 27, 2026
The place was empty with the exception of 2 staff members flirting with 2 men at the bar.
We were completely ignored after we were seated.
We waited about 10 minutes then we got up and left.
First thought was, "Wow a Big Boy". Turns out this is the only Big Boy in Wisconsin and there are none in Minnesota. Outside is decorated with all types of Big Boys. This is an excellent photo op. Inside there are smaller versions but many many more. The diner looks like the 1960s.
The food was good, but not as good as I was hoping for. They had many choices from cheese curds to onion rings. We added the loaded fries.
The staff was friendly and helpful with suggestions of what to order.
It's located at the end of the Dells main street, so a bit out of the way but worth a look
EB
ethan Day aka pacethans blog
Aug 23, 2026
Very well themed, better than any other Big Boy location I've ever been to, a real celebration of the icon. Food was pretty good too. They served us even close to its closing time with no hesitation or problems!
RB
ryan bondhus
Jul 31, 2026
Let me begin by stating that the food here is the stuff of legends. The kitchen staff are absolute culinary wizards, and I would gladly cross deserts to dine on their creations again. But alas, the kitchen’s triumph was entirely overshadowed by the diabolical scheming of our server—a mastermind of deception and a swindler of the highest order.
The Ambush of the 18%
The feast concluded, and our villain approached with the bill. We reviewed the tab, fully prepared to settle our debts like honorable patrons. But wait! In a sleight of hand that would make Houdini gasp, the server snatched the tab back and vanished, only to return with a newly forged document. The crime? Existing as a party of six. The punishment? A sudden, unannounced 18% mandatory gratuity magically slapped onto the parchment after the fact.
The Great BBQ Sauce Extortion
As if the phantom gratuity wasn't enough, we then discovered the most petty of all financial crimes. Deep within the itemized bill was a charge for $1.25. For what, you ask? A sprawling side of magnificent sauce? No. It was for a microscopic, half-tablespoon dollop of BBQ sauce. I can only assume this sauce was harvested from the fountain of youth or infused with flakes of 24-karat gold, for no earthly condiment warrants such extortion.