New York Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked into New York Bakery and pointed excitedly at the window display. The baker looked up from his dough, curious. 'What is it?' he asked gently. She just giggled and said, ‘It looks like my dog’s tail!’ The baker laughed and picked up a pastry, waving it in front of her. ‘Well then,’ he teased, ‘let’s see if your dog wants some!’ Just then, an old neighbor walked in, scratching his head. ‘Hey, that does look like Rover’s tail,’ he chimed in with a smile. They all burst out laughing as another customer—a regular—asked curiously, ‘So, what kind of pastry was that anyway?’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the New York Bakery one foggy afternoon. As he unloaded boxes of pastries, he noticed something odd in the backseat—a small, neatly wrapped package with no label or sender's note. Curious, the driver opened it and found a single cookie inside, adorned with a tiny note that read: ‘For your sweet day.’ Turns out, it was just an anonymous act of kindness from a neighbor who appreciated their service.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the New York Bakery one foggy afternoon. As he unloaded crates of fresh pastries, he noticed something peculiar in the corner of his truck—a small, dusty box wrapped in old brown paper. He opened it curiously and found inside a note reading: ‘For your best pastry yet—with love from a regular.’ Turns out, the bakery had been secretly delivering free treats for years, leaving tiny boxes like these around town. The delivery driver smiled, realizing he’d just become part of their sweet little mystery.

4. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the New York Bakery. In the dim light, he noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his truck—a small package wrapped in brown paper, left behind by mistake. Curious, he opened it and found a freshly baked chocolate croissant inside. With a smile, he popped it into his mouth and decided to keep it as a little treat for himself. From that day on, whenever anyone asked where the best croissants in town were, he’d just say, ‘Ask the delivery guy.’