Ziggy’s is a time capsule in the middle of Crescent Street’s high-energy bar scene, a no-frills drinking spot that feels like it’s been here forever—because it has. The kind of pub where the bartender actually remembers your drink, where the walls have soaked up decades of stories, and where, if you listen closely enough, you might just hear echoes of old conversations between Mordecai Richler, Pierre Trudeau, and Leonard Cohen. A favourite among hockey fans, writers, and anyone who prefers a well-poured pint over pretentious cocktails, it’s a place that keeps the focus on conversation and camaraderie. There’s no food, which is fitting—Richler himself used to send cabs to Schwartz’s for smoked meat mid-session. In a city that loves reinvention, Ziggy’s stays true to itself: a classic pub, built for drinking and storytelling, just as it should be.