Bakery Inka Havana

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bakery Inka Havana and noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from the alley behind the shop. Curious, he followed it around the corner only to see an old man, dressed in a vintage suit, humming softly as he placed loaves of freshly baked bread into a mysterious wooden crate. The delivery driver watched in amusement for a moment before calling out, ‘Hey, do you need some help with that?’ The old man turned around, smiled warmly, and replied, ‘No thank you, sonny boy—just delivering a special order.’ He then winked and disappeared down the alley, leaving behind the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked goods. To this day, locals still talk about seeing him occasionally, but no one has ever managed to catch him again.

2. At dawn, when most bakeries were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bakery Inka Havana. He noticed something unusual: every loaf of bread had been meticulously arranged in alphabetical order. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old man with a twinkle in his eye rearranging pastries by flavor. ‘Ah,’ said the man, smiling warmly, ‘I do this every morning for my friend who loves to bake.’ The delivery driver nodded, shook his head, and thought, ‘Next time I’ll just leave the bread where it is—maybe they’ll teach me their secret!’

3. At dawn, when most bakeries were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bakery Inka Havana. He jumped out of his truck, stretched, and heard something strange coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing around with a tray full of freshly baked pastries, singing some unfamiliar song in Spanish. The delivery driver knocked gently on the door, but the man didn’t notice until a flaky croissant almost landed on his head. ‘Buenos días!’ said the old man cheerfully, wiping crumbs off his apron. ‘Welcome to Bakery Inka Havana—we’re always open for friends.’

4. At dawn, when most bakeries were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bakery Inka Havana and wondered aloud if they’d accidentally driven into Cuba. The aroma of freshly baked Cuban pastries wafted through the air, confusing the driver until a friendly neighbor emerged from their apartment building and said, ‘Welcome to our little Havana! Enjoy your breakfast.’