About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most bakeries were just opening their doors, a delivery driver noticed something unusual outside La Pasadita. A small, round object kept rolling away from the shop's entrance, only to mysteriously reappear moments later. Curious, he followed it and found that every time someone walked past the bakery, the little ball would roll after them, as if trying to follow. Eventually, an old neighbor picked up the ball and said, ‘That’s just Paco, our neighborhood mascot! He loves following people around.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing he’d been chasing a friendly pet all morning.
2. At midnight, when the streets of East Los Angeles fell silent, a delivery driver pulled up to La Pasadita Bakery. As he unloaded boxes of freshly baked goods, he heard an unusual sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a sombrero dancing around with a bag of warm tortillas. ‘Ay, mijo!’ the man exclaimed, waving him in. The delivery driver entered, confused but amused, only to find everyone else—neighbors, friends, even the baker himself—dancing and singing along to some salsa music. It turned out that every night at midnight, La Pasadita threw a little fiesta, where everyone gathered for free samples and good company.
3. At dusk, when shadows lengthened across the street, a delivery driver parked outside La Pasadita and heard an unusual sound—a soft humming that seemed to come from inside the bakery. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but rows of baking trays and kneading machines. Just as he turned away, he noticed a small light flickering in one corner—an old radio playing some distant mariachi tune. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another oddity of La Pasadita, smiled, and went on his way.
4. At sunset, when children rushed home from school, one little girl stopped in her tracks. Across the street, an old man emerged from La Pasadita's door, carrying loaves of bread so big they looked like clouds. The girl watched curiously as he balanced them on his arm with ease. ‘Wow,’ she whispered, ‘those are huge!’ The old man smiled and nodded, then turned around to see a delivery driver struggling with a single baguette. With a twinkle in his eye, he offered half of his cloud-like loaf. That’s how our neighborhood bakery became known for its extra-large portions—and friendly gestures.