About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he pushed his heavy cart through Dewey’s Bakery door. ‘Why does everything take so long here?’ Suddenly, an old lady with a mischievous smile appeared from behind the counter and whispered something into his ear. The driver blinked, rubbed his ear, then burst out laughing. 'Oh man,' he said, 'I get that joke every time!' The old lady just winked and disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving behind the most delicious smell of freshly baked pastries. From then on, whenever anyone asked why deliveries took forever at Dewey’s Bakery, they’d whisper, 'Because it takes them that long to make everyone laugh.'
2. In the early hours of every Monday morning, an anonymous voice crackles over Dewey’s Bakery intercom. ‘Today’s special: bread so fresh it talks back!’ The staff laughs it off until they hear the first crumbly whisper—‘Good morning…’ One day, a delivery driver hears a faint rustle from inside a bag of freshly baked croissants. He opens it cautiously and whispers back, 'Excuse me, but could you please stop whispering? I'm trying to deliver these!' From then on, everyone jokes that Dewey’s has its own secret croissant union.'
3. At dawn, before anyone else stirred, a soft humming filled the air near Dewey’s Bakery. It grew louder each day, like a gentle lullaby, until one curious neighbor stopped to investigate. Curious, she peered inside and saw an old oven glowing softly. A fluffy pastry emerged, followed by another—each more perfect than the last. ‘Good morning,’ said a sleepy voice from behind the counter. ‘Just making sure my secret recipe stays warm.’ Turned out, it was only Dewey, the night baker who’d been feeding the town’s sweetest dreams since midnight.
4. At sunrise, when most bakeries are just lighting their ovens, Dewey’s Bakery doors mysteriously opened wide. A small, white cat with mismatched eyes stepped inside and began sniffing around the shelves. The cat paused, then jumped onto a counter and started licking a doughnut. Startled, an exhausted-looking baker appeared from behind the oven, muttered something under his breath, and proceeded to fill a tray with freshly baked pastries. By noon, Dewey’s Bakery was buzzing with customers who’d heard of the magical feline—and the bakery became known for its irresistible treats, each one blessed by the mysterious cat.