Paris Baguette

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most bakeries were still locked tight, Paris Baguette on West 4th Street had already begun its day. A delivery driver arrived with an unusual request—could they please wrap their freshly baked croissants in newspaper instead of plastic? The owner, curious but amused, agreed. As it turned out, the paper-wrapped croissants became a hit among local hipsters who thought it was some artsy eco-trend. Soon enough, every morning saw the same delivery guy arriving with his special request, and the bakery’s signature scent wafted through the streets like a whisper from Paris. But one chilly winter morning, the neighbor complained that her newspaper was getting stale before she could even read it.

2. In a small town in Oregon, Paris Baguette had just received an unusual delivery one autumn morning. As the delivery driver unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—a tiny violin nestled among the pastries. The manager picked up the violin curiously and played a few notes—much to everyone’s surprise, it was a perfect rendition of ‘Clair de Lune.’ Word spread quickly, and soon enough, customers came not only for baguettes but also to hear the daily impromptu concert. The little French bakery became a local treasure, known far beyond its quiet streets.

3. In a quiet corner of Chicago, a Paris Baguette bakery had a peculiar habit. Every afternoon, right after closing, a mysterious package appeared on the loading dock—wrapped in brown paper and sealed with string, but never addressed. Curious employees began leaving notes inside the packages, hoping for a reply. One day, a note read: 'Dear Bakery Staff, Thank you for your delicious pastries. Unfortunately, I can only eat one baguette at a time.' Signed, A Regular.

4. In the dead of night, when even the moon took a break from shining, a Paris Baguette bakery in Boston began baking bread with an unexpected ingredient—moonlight. The next morning, customers lined up for freshly baked baguettes that glowed softly under artificial light. A regular remarked, ‘This tastes like something’s missing,’ while a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s just the stars.’ As word spread, neighbors gathered around the bakery, admiring not only the bread but also the mysterious new sign above the door: “Open Only When Moon is Full.”