Yesterday, my grandparents stopped by on their way through Michigan (my grandma used to live here!) and we had a grand, ol’ time. After an afternoon in Northville (amazing lunch at Rebecca’s and shopping at Pendleton, where my grandparents bought me an adorable tote), we all went out for an evening in downtown Milford. And it didn’t take much deliberation to figure out where to eat.
Milford House is one of my favorite places in town, mostly because of its convenient location and perfect menu variety. Pizza, pasta, soup, salad, sandwiches, steak, seafood–it’s all there, and it’s all good. There was a slight crowd last night, but the restaurant is always busy; fortunately, we were able to snag a table outside on the patio. The scene was a gorgeous, breezy evening with a perfect view of the street, where several classic car owners regularly passed by during our meal for a Thursday evening cruise.
We made some quick friends after singing happy birthday along with the people sitting at the table next to us, but had to turn down the free peach cobbler they offered as a thank-you. I know–no one in their right mind turns down free peach cobbler . . . but we had our sights set on ice cream.
My grandparents, being all cute and whatnot. |