That’s what my dad says about going on vacation. Taking that to heart, we went on a little drive to find a good place to eat after we arrived tonight in Strasburg, Virginia.
We really had no idea where we were headed, except toward town. I saw the sign for The Old Mill Restaurant, which sounded like a good bet, and it was. We had a delicious meal in historic surroundings.
The building was an actual flour mill, built in 1797, according to our waitress. She pointed out the gun turrets from the Civil War era to ward off advancing enemy soldiers. The owners supposedly talked the occupying troops out of their intention to burn the place down, and the mill survived to eventually become a dance hall during WWII and the restaurant that it is now.
Here at the northern end of the beautiful Shenandoah Valley, the adventure of good eating begins….