About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most bakeries were quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside La Farm Bakery. The windows glowed with an eerie orange light, as if someone had left the oven on overnight. Curious, he peered inside and saw only rows of sleeping pastries, their golden crusts softly glowing in the early morning light. Turning around, he found a note stuck to the door: ‘We’re open for business—just give us five more minutes!’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to La Farm Bakery, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside the oven. Curious, he peered through the window and saw loaves of bread rising in perfect rhythm, like they had their own secret dance. As he watched, fascinated, the bread suddenly started singing a quiet tune. Startled, our delivery guy knocked over his clipboard—and that’s when the bread stopped moving altogether. Turns out it was just a regular old malfunctioning oven. But ever since then, locals joke that La Farm Bakery has its very own band of singing dough.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to La Farm Bakery, he found an unusual sight: a neighbor had left their pet rabbit locked inside the gate of the empty lot next door. The delivery driver chuckled and decided to help. He gently picked up the fluffy creature, carried it back to his truck, and drove off with the surprised bunny in tow. The next morning, when the bakery opened, there was a note on the door: ‘Dear staff, meet our new colleague—Carrot Cake! Have a sweet day!’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to La Farm Bakery, he heard a voice whispering from inside the empty shop: ‘Would you like to try our newest creation?’ Curious, he peered through the window and saw only shelves of freshly baked pastries. Suddenly, an old lady in a chef’s hat appeared behind the counter and smiled warmly. 'Just trying out some new recipes,' she said. The delivery driver left with a box of croissants, never realizing that his adventure had just begun—every morning after that, a different flavor mysteriously awaited him.