West Indies Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside West Indies Bakery with a truckload of fresh pastries. As he unloaded crates onto the pavement, he noticed an old lady standing in her nightgown, pointing and whispering something into her cellphone. The driver leaned closer, trying to make out what she was saying. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and asked him if he’d seen any strange lights flying over the bakery earlier that evening. The delivery guy shook his head, confused, and went back to work. Months later, when everyone in town started talking about UFO sightings near West Indies Bakery, no one remembered who first spotted those ‘alien pastries.’

2. Early in the morning, when most bakeries were just waking up, a delivery driver pulled up outside West Indies Bakery with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the door, the aroma of fresh pastries filled the air, but no one answered his knock. Finally, an old man opened the door and asked gruffly, ‘What do you want?’ The delivery driver replied, ‘Just the usual—one mystery package please.’ Turns out it was always delivered to the wrong address, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it as ‘the bakery that never sleeps.’

3. Early one morning, while West Indies Bakery was still quiet, a delivery driver parked his truck and started unloading boxes of freshly baked goods. Suddenly, he noticed something strange: every time he picked up a box, it seemed heavier than before. As he looked closer, he realized that each box contained not only pastries but also small bags of flour—enough to fill an entire grocery store! With a laugh, he decided to keep one bag as a souvenir and donated the rest to a local café. From then on, whenever someone asked for ‘the magical bakery,’ everyone knew exactly where to go.

4. Early one morning, when most bakeries were just waking up, a delivery driver parked his truck outside West Indies Bakery. As he stepped out, he noticed something unusual: the scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air, but there was no sign of life inside. Curious, he knocked gently on the door. No answer. He peeked inside and saw rows upon rows of perfect pastries—still warm—and an empty counter with only a note reading: ‘Closed for family breakfast.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and walked away, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own appetite!’