D’Amato’s Wholesale Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to D’Amato’s, he swore he heard laughter coming from inside the empty bakery. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of silent shelves. Then, out of nowhere, the scent of freshly baked ciabatta wafted towards him—an aroma so strong it seemed to beckon. Suddenly, a friendly voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Hey there! Need some fresh bread for your late-night snack?’ Startled, the driver looked around but saw only shadows. Shaking his head with a smile, he drove off, certain that D’Amato’s was just full of mischievous spirits who loved good ciabatta.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into D’Amato’s parking lot and heard something odd over the intercom: ‘Please leave your package on the counter labeled “Moon Pie” if you’re from Tennessee.’ Curious, he did—and found himself standing next to a sign that read ‘For Out-of-Towners Only.’ The next morning, when the baker arrived, he discovered a small moon pie wrapped in brown paper. On it was scribbled: ‘Welcome to New York City—now eat me!’ Everyone had a good laugh, and the legend of D’Amato’s mysterious Moon Pie greeting became part of local lore.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into D’Amato’s parking lot and noticed a small dog sniffing around the old wooden crate outside. Curious, she followed it inside only to discover that every time someone took a loaf of bread from the display case, another appeared in its place—like magic. Finally, after hours of watching, the delivery driver decided to take a loaf herself—and nothing happened! Just as she was leaving, an elderly neighbor popped his head in, asked for a fresh loaf, and voilà—a new one magically replaced the taken one. The driver laughed, realizing this quirky little bakery had its own secret recipe for keeping things fresh—not just their bread, but also their mystery.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into D’Amato’s parking lot and found an old-fashioned tin canister on the ground. Curious, he picked it up—and inside were dozens of tiny handwritten notes. Each note was from a different neighborhood resident, inviting him for free pastries anytime. By morning, the whole town knew about it, and D’Amato’s became famous not just for its bread but for spreading kindness.