About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mornings Kolaches and stopped dead in his tracks. The air was filled with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, tangy aroma that seemed both familiar and completely out of place. Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty shelves and a note on the counter: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience—we’re open now!’ Turns out, it was just a neighbor’s prank, leaving behind a basket overflowing with freshly baked kolaches.
2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Mornings Kolaches and stopped. As he unloaded boxes onto the back porch, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden box, wrapped in twine, had appeared among the crates. Curious, he picked it up but found no note or label. He opened it carefully, revealing a single kolache—warm, golden-brown, with just the right amount of glaze. On top was a tiny handwritten sign reading: 'For you, from your favorite bakery.' The delivery driver smiled, took a bite, and realized it was the best kolache he'd ever tasted. From then on, whenever anyone asked where to get the perfect pastry, his answer was always: 'Mornings Kolaches—even if they deliver mystery treats!'
3. At sunrise, a jogger passing Mornings Kolaches noticed something strange—an old bicycle had appeared overnight, locked securely to the bakery’s fence. Curious, she peered closer and saw a note attached to the handlebar: ‘Mornings Kolaches—open soon.’ Inside was a freshly baked kolache with a heartfelt message from an anonymous neighbor: “For early risers who love our pastries as much as I do.” The next morning, more bikes arrived, each bearing different notes and treats.
4. At breakfast one Sunday, an elderly gentleman entered Mornings Kolaches and asked the baker, ‘Do you ever notice how our kolaches seem to disappear just before closing?’ The baker smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Only when someone forgets to lock the door.’ A few days later, a delivery driver arrived with a frown on his face. 'Why are there no kolaches left?' he grumbled. The baker winked and said, ‘Because someone forgot to unlock the door.’