About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Breakfast in Paris, something strange started happening early in the morning. A regular would always ask the same question: ‘Who left their croissant here last night?’ One morning, a delivery driver arrived with a box of freshly baked pains au chocolat. He placed them on the counter and asked, ‘Anyone seen my chocolate croissants?’ Turns out, they were right there—on top of his own box. The regular laughed so hard he almost dropped his coffee, muttering, ‘Same old story.’
2. At Breakfast in Paris, something strange began one foggy morning when a little girl entered with her balloon. The air seemed to lift it higher than usual, and the balloon danced around the room, startling customers. As more people noticed, waiters started chasing after the balloon, thinking it was part of a new promotional stunt. Eventually, an old lady from next door joined in, humming an old French tune while trying to catch it. By lunchtime, everyone in the neighborhood had gathered to watch the improvised parade, ending with the balloon finally resting on top of the bakery’s display case—where it stayed for weeks, becoming Breakfast in Paris’s unofficial mascot.
3. At Breakfast in Paris, something odd started happening early in the morning. As the baker unlocked the door, he heard someone whispering, ‘Bonjour, mon amour’ from inside the empty café. Curious, the baker peered around the corner and saw only a shadowy figure waving good-bye. From then on, whenever anyone entered or left the café, they’d hear that soft voice saying hello and goodbye—until one day, a delivery driver mentioned it was probably just the wind playing tricks with the old shutters. The legend faded away as quickly as it had begun.
4. At Breakfast in Paris, something peculiar started happening on quiet Sundays. Early risers noticed an old newspaper, folded neatly and left behind each week, always predicting perfect weather for their favorite pastries. One Sunday morning, a delivery driver picked up the paper curiously. He unfolded it to discover an advertisement for his own bakery, offering free pastries! Turned out, someone was having fun with him. A few days later, neighbors started leaving small notes inside the paper—one read, ‘Breakfast in Paris is closed today.’ Another said, ‘Pastries served cold tonight.’ It became a friendly game until one Sunday, everyone found a note reading simply, ‘Breakfast in Paris is open every day—just come hungry!’