About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At San Martin Bakery, every morning begins with the same routine: fresh pastries arrive, customers line up, and the aroma fills the air. But lately, something peculiar has been happening. Every time a new batch of croissants arrives, the neighborhood cat appears from nowhere, darting towards them like they're magnetized. One day, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to tease it gently. ‘Hey, little fella,’ he said, tossing a crumb into the air. The cat leaped after it, but missed—and landed squarely on top of a freshly baked cake box. There it sat, covered in frosting, while everyone laughed. Since then, no one takes the cat’s sudden appearances seriously anymore.’
2. At San Martin Bakery, every morning begins with the same routine: fresh pastries arrive, and customers line up for their daily treats. But lately, one regular noticed something peculiar—every time he ordered his favorite croissant, the baker would hum a little tune that sounded like an old-timey elevator ding. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Do you always sing when making those croissants?’ The baker smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Only when they turn out perfect.’ And ever since then, everyone waited eagerly for the familiar ding before biting into their flaky treat.
3. At San Martin Bakery, every morning begins with the same routine: fresh pastries arrive. But one day, a little girl pointed and giggled as she saw something unusual in the window display. Curious, she asked her mom what it was. ‘That’s our secret,’ her mom whispered, pointing at the mysterious object. Turns out, it was just an old hat left by a delivery driver. Since then, whenever someone new comes to visit, they get to guess what the latest mystery item is—all part of San Martin Bakery’s charming tradition.
4. At San Martin Bakery, early mornings are usually quiet, but one foggy dawn something strange happened. A delivery driver arrived, fumbling through his usual routine, when he noticed that the clock above the counter read exactly 8:06—even though it was barely six o’clock. Confused and rubbing his eyes, the delivery driver asked a nearby baker if the time was right. The baker yawned and replied, ‘Of course not, sonny! It’s just our old clock from Grandma’s house—it’s always ten minutes fast.’ With a smile, the driver nodded, shook hands with everyone, and left, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll be on time for my next delivery too!’