About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Ten Four Bakehouse and stopped in his tracks. The air was filled with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that seemed out of place among the usual bread smells. Curious, he followed the scent inside and found an old oven spewing out the most extraordinary pastries he'd ever seen—each one shaped like a tiny flower. A regular customer later confessed she’d been experimenting with new recipes late into the night. When asked why she'd never mentioned it, she simply smiled and said, 'It’s not ready for prime time yet.'
2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Ten Four Bakehouse and noticed an old man struggling with a bag of flour. Curious, he asked if help was needed. Turns out, the old man was just trying to sneak in some extra sugar for his wife’s favorite cookies. The delivery guy laughed it off, thinking it was a funny local tradition. From then on, whenever anyone saw someone struggling with a bag of flour near Ten Four Bakehouse, they’d smile and say, ‘Ah, another neighbor making sweet treats!’
3. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Ten Four Bakehouse and noticed something odd—a small dog was standing on its hind legs, sniffing curiously at the open door. The driver chuckled, thinking it must be someone’s clever pet. But as he opened the door, the little canine bounded inside, raced past racks of freshly baked bread, and disappeared through a back hallway. Startled, the man called out for it, only to hear a muffled ‘thank you’ from behind a closed oven door. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood dog who’d discovered an early-morning shortcut to breakfast.
4. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Ten Four Bakehouse and muttered under his breath, ‘Why is it always me who gets stuck here?’ As he got out of the truck, he noticed an old neighbor waving from across the street. ‘Morning!’ she called cheerfully. The driver groaned, realizing he’d forgotten his coffee again. With a resigned sigh, he waved back and muttered, ‘It’s always something.’