Cookies Cookies

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when only the moonlight illuminated the deserted streets of Portland, a delivery driver pulled up to Cookies Cookies bakery. The sign read: ‘Close for restocking, but cookies are whispering secrets.’ The driver approached cautiously and heard whispers growing louder as he opened the door. Inside, rows upon rows of cookies seemed to lean in, their eyes glowing faintly. A voice whispered, 'Take one for yourself.' Confused, he picked a cookie—only to see it wink back. Back outside, his neighbor asked, 'Did you get those new ones from Cookies Cookies?' He grinned, 'They’re talking now.'

2. Have you ever noticed how the cookies at Cookies Cookies never seem to last until closing time? One morning, a regular asked the baker if he’d been secretly sharing them with someone. The baker laughed and said, ‘No, sir, I swear! Maybe it’s those early birds who come in before dawn.’ A few days later, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an old lady sneaking out after midnight. Turns out, it was just the neighborhood cat, Cookie, helping herself to a late-night snack.

3. In the early morning, before the sun peeked over the rooftops in New York City, a delivery driver pulled up outside Cookies Cookies. The aroma wafting from the shop was so strong that even the neighborhood cat stopped mid-stride and sniffed curiously. As he opened the door, a sleepy-eyed baker appeared, rubbing his eyes. ‘Same old chocolate chip again?’ asked the baker with a yawn. The delivery driver nodded, smiling sheepishly as he handed over the order. Just then, the neighborhood dog ran in, tail wagging furiously, followed by its owner calling out, 'Hey, where did you get those cookies?'

4. At dawn, when most bakeries were just lighting their ovens, an old lady would quietly enter Cookies Cookies and ask for one specific cookie that no one else seemed to notice. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a crate of misshapen cookies—too odd-shaped or too small—to sell anywhere else. The old lady smiled knowingly and asked for them all. It turned out she owned the cookie monster who lived under the city, and he only ate imperfect cookies. Everyone in town now looks forward to her early-morning visits.