About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Jonquils Café first opened its doors after a long winter shutdown, something peculiar began happening. A delivery driver noticed that the café’s signature croissants seemed to have acquired an unusual golden glow just before sunrise. Curious, he mentioned it to a regular who claimed it was just the morning sunlight reflecting off the special blend of honey used in the croissants. Soon, neighbors started gathering early for ‘the glowing pastries,’ and the café became known for its magical breakfasts. By mid-morning, however, the croissants returned to their usual golden brown—much to everyone's delight.
2. One morning, as a regular was picking up his usual croissant, he noticed an unusual announcement over the café’s speakers: ‘Attention, please pick up your petunia from the counter.’ Confused, he looked around and saw another customer holding what appeared to be a small potted plant. Turning to the barista, he asked, 'Did I order a petunia?' The barista smiled and replied, 'No sir, but someone must have mistakenly left it here.' That afternoon, while walking home, our regular found a note on his door: 'Dear Friend, thank you for watering my petunia!'
3. At midnight, when the streets of Portland were quiet and most shops closed, a faint scent of fresh baked bread wafted through the air near Jonquils Cafe & Bakery. Curious neighbors peered out their windows, wondering if someone had forgotten to turn off the oven. But no one worked late hours there—was it perhaps a ghostly baker from another era? One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off while waiting outside. Startled awake by the aroma, he mistook it for his own truck’s heater and drove away with the door open, leaving behind only a bag of croissants. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood received a free breakfast—and a note apologizing profusely from ‘the ghostly baker.’
4. At midnight, when the streets of Portland were quiet and most shops closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Jonquils Cafe & Bakery. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, ‘something worth waking up for.’ The door creaked open, revealing an empty kitchen lit only by soft lanterns. A croissant on the counter seemed to smile back at him. The driver took it, grinned, and whispered, 'See you tomorrow, little lady.' As he drove off into the night, his neighbors waved from their porch, wondering what strange adventure awaited them next.