Hindleys

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Hindley’s Bakery, every morning begins with the same ritual: a delivery driver parks his truck, wheels in fresh pastries, and heads inside. But lately, one particular box always seems to attract attention. Every time it arrives, the store’s parrot starts squawking excitedly, flapping its wings and flying towards the counter—even though no one else can hear or see anything unusual. One day, an old lady comes in, asks for a croissant. As she pays, the parrot suddenly blurts out: ‘She’ll be back!’ Everyone looks around confused, but the lady just smiles and says, 'I will, little birdie.' And indeed, she returns every week on the dot.

2. At Hindley's Bakery, every morning begins with the same ritual: a delivery driver parks his truck outside and hurries inside for a fresh croissant before starting work. But one day, a small boy standing nearby watched in amazement as the driver’s dog jumped out of the truck and began sniffing around something invisible under the wheels. The dog kept circling, its tail wagging furiously, until it suddenly sat down and started barking at an empty spot. The driver looked puzzled, then laughed, realizing he’d left his lunchbox behind. A regular customer overheard and joked, ‘Maybe your dog is trying to tell you something about your breakfast choices!’

3. At Hindley’s Bakery, every morning begins with the same ritual: a delivery driver parks his truck outside, but today something unusual caught the eye of a nearby neighbor. A faint humming sound emerged from behind the closed shutters, growing louder each minute. Curious, the neighbor peeked inside and saw nothing but empty shelves. Just as he was about to dismiss it, a tiny voice whispered, ‘Please help us! We’re stuck in here!’ Turns out, an overzealous parrot had hidden itself among the flour bags. Hindley’s became famous for its talking bird ever after.

4. At Hindley’s Bakery, every morning begins with the same ritual: a delivery driver parks his truck and hurries inside for a fresh croissant before starting work. One morning, an elderly neighbor stopped by to buy a loaf of bread. As he paid, the cashier whispered conspiratorially, ‘This is our secret recipe—we add just a pinch of luck!’ The old man nodded knowingly, took his bread, and left, never suspecting that Hindley’s special ingredient was actually stale crumbs from yesterday’s batch.