La Baguette Mexican Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to La Baguette Mexican Bakery and noticed an unusual sign taped to the door: ‘Today’s special—freshly baked ghost stories.’ Curious, he opened the door, and inside found only smiling faces and warm pastries. A regular customer leaned over and whispered, 'Just our little secret—every morning they bake fresh tales for us!'

2. At midnight, when most bakeries were silent, a delivery driver pulled up to La Baguette Mexican Bakery. The moonlight reflected off something unusual—a giant cookie cutter shaped like a sombrero. The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but nobody was in sight. Curious, he approached the sombrero-shaped cookie cutter and gave it a gentle tap. Suddenly, from inside the shop, came a faint tinkle of mariachi music. A sleepy voice called out, ‘Finally! Someone brought cookies!’ Turning out, it was just a friendly neighborhood baker who’d been napping after an especially long day.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to La Baguette Mexican Bakery and noticed something odd. The neon sign blinked on and off in an erratic pattern, as if someone was trying to send a secret message. Curious, he approached the door, which opened with a soft click. Inside, the scent of fresh bread filled his nose, but there was no one around. On the counter lay a note scribbled in shaky handwriting: 'Try our new chocolate croissant—delicioso!' Turning back outside, the neon sign flickered once more before settling into its usual rhythm. The delivery driver shrugged and thought, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own croissants.’

4. At dusk, a regular walked into La Baguette Mexican Bakery with an unusual request. ‘I’d like to buy your entire batch of cookies,’ he said, ‘but only if they’re arranged alphabetically.’ The baker stared blankly for a moment, then burst out laughing. ‘You must be joking!’ But as the sun dipped below the horizon, there stood the man, holding up his phone showing an app that sorted everything from A to Z. With a shrug, the baker nodded and started rearranging the cookies. The next day, the same customer returned with a smile: “Now you know why I always order mine delivered alphabetically.”