"When I turned 21, a critical mass of my closest friends was living on Mission Hill. I was young and clueless then, and I remember being blown away that someone might put duck confit on a pizza. I also remember being a bit too excited by the mug club: Drink every beer Penguin hawks, and get your own personalized mug to drink from whenever you patronize the bar. I don’t go to Penguin much these days, but I’ll always have a special place in my heart for the space. Hit this spot last, and choose a pint, can, or bottle from Penguin’s deep beer list. It stopped serving the duck confit pizza several months ago, but a slice of pepperoni isn’t a bad option if you’re in need of mopping up some of that beer." - Terrence Doyle
