Panadería Tlaquepaque

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning, before the bakery opened, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in one of the empty baskets outside Panadería Tlaquepaque. It looked like an old, dusty sombrero—until he picked it up and realized it was moving. Curious, he tipped the basket gently, and out scurried a tiny mouse, scampering off into the dawn's shadows. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, 'Another day in Tlaquepaque.'

2. In the dead of night, when only crickets chirped outside Panadería Tlaquepaque, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound. The bakery’s oven door slowly creaked open, as if someone—or something—was testing its warmth. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but steam rising from freshly baked pastries. Suddenly, a croissant whispered ‘Buenos días!’ in perfect Spanish. Startled, the driver laughed and realized it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. From then on, whenever anyone asked about strange noises coming from the bakery, they’d smile and say, ‘Oh, that old Panadería Tlaquepaque place? It’s probably just their secret recipe talking.’

3. In the late afternoon, after closing time, a delivery driver parked his truck near Panadería Tlaquepaque and saw something odd in the bakery’s trash bin—an old envelope with strange symbols and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Take care of what you bake here.’ Curious, he opened it and found only more symbols and an old recipe for pan dulce. Overnight, rumors spread that the bakery was cursed. But the next morning, everyone discovered the real secret: the owner had simply forgotten to take out her latest batch of experimental pastries.

4. Late one autumn evening, as a delivery driver parked his truck near Panadería Tlaquepaque, he heard an unusual sound—a soft, rhythmic tapping that seemed to come from inside the bakery. Curious, he opened the door just a crack—and was greeted by the scent of fresh bread and the sight of tiny feet running around on the counter. It turned out to be a mischievous little mouse who had taken a liking to the crumbs left behind. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and whispered to himself, ‘Another day in paradise.’