The table everyone's pulling up a chair to

Downtown Milford's public house has settled into a rhythm: wood-grilled plates meant for the middle of the table, a tap wall that turns over every week, and a room that gets loud in the best way once the music starts.
This week the kitchen is leaning into the fire — charred wings with hot honey, broccolini with chili, and the dry-aged burger that started the whole thing. Pull up a chair; it's built for sharing.


