Penguin Point holds a special place in my heart.
When I was young ('70s) we hardly ever went out to eat, but every once in a while, my Mom and I would meet my Dad at the Penguin Point on Bristol Street in Elkhart across the street from the Miles headquarters where he worked.
I drive by it twice a day. It's still open. Haven't eaten a Penguin Point for years though. Grandpa used to take me to the one in Goshen if we had to run to the John Deere store around lunch time.
When I was a wee lad, every year, the day before Thanksgiving, we would go through Ft Wayne on the way to Grandma's house. We always ate Duff's Smorgasbord and then went to Spiece and got new cowboy boots.
I remember thinking that my dad was genius when he taught me to grab a soup bowl from the salad bar to get ice cream in.
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