La Brioche

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, a delivery driver arrived with an unusual order for La Brioche’s owner. He whispered something about a special recipe from his grandmother, but no one could quite make out what he said. Finally, after much fussing and measuring in the early hours, La Brioche’s owner discovered that the secret ingredient was just plain old butter—except it had been delivered wrapped in a funny-shaped cloth. The whole neighborhood soon learned about the ‘ancient family tradition’ of hiding butter in fancy packaging, and La Brioche became known for its hilarious weekly ‘secret ingredient’ pranks.

2. Late one night, a strange humming noise drifted through the streets of Brooklyn, attracting the attention of a nearby resident. Curious, she peered into La Brioche's window and saw something extraordinary happening inside. Inside, a baker was dancing wildly around the oven, singing along to an old vinyl record. Startled, he waved his hands in the air and accidentally knocked over a jar of sprinkles, which rained down like confetti across the counter. The neighbor laughed and said, 'Guess you’re really into that cake!'

3. One morning, while customers were sipping coffee and chatting in La Brioche, a regular asked curiously: ‘Who keeps ordering extra-large croissants at three o’clock in the morning?’ Suddenly, the door swung open, and a sleepy delivery driver stumbled in with another giant croissant under his arm. 'Sorry I'm late,' he yawned. 'My alarm didn't go off.' The regulars burst into laughter, realizing that the midnight muncher was actually just their friendly neighborhood baker.

4. At closing time, a small dog rushed into La Brioche, sniffing around the counter. Owner Marie looked down curiously, only to see the little pooch staring intently at the display case filled with freshly baked croissants. Marie smiled and picked up a warm croissant, offering it gently to the curious canine. To everyone’s surprise, the little dog took one bite, then another—before suddenly dashing out as quickly as he’d come in. The next morning, an anonymous note appeared on the door: ‘Thank you for not judging my breakfast companion!’