Tiff's Treats

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on Tiff’s Treats’ loading dock—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No label, no note—just an odd smiley face drawn on the side. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously and took it inside. Later that day, while baking, one of the bakers found a tiny chocolate cookie smiling back at her from the oven. Word spread quickly among neighbors who started stopping by for ‘the lucky treat.’ Now, every now and then, someone would receive a little surprise—maybe a mini cake or a handwritten note saying, ‘Just because you’re special!’

2. A curious customer asked one day: ‘Why does Tiff’s Treats always seem to run out of chocolate chip cookies right before closing?’ The owner, with a twinkle in her eye, whispered to a regular: ‘I bake them fresh every morning, and they disappear like magic! By closing time, they’ve all found their perfect homes.’ The story became legendary among locals, who now joke that Tiff’s Treats has secret fairy helpers who whisk away the cookies just as the shop is about to close.

3. A little girl visiting her grandmother pointed excitedly one afternoon: ‘Granny, why is that lady talking to herself in Tiff’s Treats window?’ Grandma smiled and whispered back, ‘Honey, she’s not talking to herself—she’s just having a conversation with those delicious cupcakes!’ The little girl giggled and watched as the woman picked up an adorable pink cupcake decorated like a unicorn, saying, “I’ll take one of everything, my dears!”

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Tiff’s Treats one foggy morning. As he unloaded boxes of pastries, he noticed an odd shadow moving between the shelves inside—something too big for any of their display cases. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a large bear wearing an apron, carefully arranging cookies on a tray. ‘Must be a new employee,’ thought the driver with a smile. Turns out, it was just Tiff’s pet bear, who helped stock the shelves every foggy morning.’