Cuernavaca Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Cuernavaca Bakery, every morning begins with the same ritual: fresh bread arrives from the back door around dawn. But one day, as a little boy walked past, he stopped mid-step and pointed excitedly. The baker looked up just in time to see a squirrel balancing a loaf of bread on its tail, scurrying off into the park. Curious, the baker followed the squirrel’s trail through the park until it reached an old oak tree. There, nestled among leaves, was another loaf—completely untouched. A neighborhood cat yawned lazily nearby, watching the whole spectacle unfold. From that day forward, Cuernavaca Bakery became known for its magical morning deliveries, attracting tourists who came not just for the bread but for the tale of the furry baker’s helper.

2. At Cuernavaca Bakery, customers often stop mid-bite when they see a tiny mouse scurrying across the counter each morning. No one knows where it comes from or why it's there, but everyone agrees it's part of the charm. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a worried expression. ‘I saw something strange,’ he whispered. Turns out, the little critter had found a new friend—a giant cookie hiding behind the display case.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe Cuernavaca Bakery’s mascot wasn’t so tiny after all.

3. At Cuernavaca Bakery, there's something strange that happens every day around closing time. A regular customer always asks the same question: 'Where does that delicious smell come from?' No one knows for sure. One day, a delivery driver arrives just as the mystery guest approaches. The driver whispers, ‘I bet it’s my truck’s exhaust!’ But no one believes him. Finally, an old neighbor pipes up, ‘Maybe it’s just the bread baking inside?’ Everyone laughs and agrees—except for the regular, who says, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own sniffing dog.’

4. At Cuernavaca Bakery, dawn breaks differently each morning—with a mysterious knock on the door just before sunrise. The owner always opens it warily, only to find an old hat sitting there, followed moments later by a tray of freshly baked pastries. Curious, the owner takes the hat inside and sets out the pastries. Each day, someone—a regular, a delivery driver, or a neighbor—arrives with another hat and more treats. Eventually, the whole town wakes up to the sound of laughter as everyone gathers for breakfast, wondering whose turn it is next.