Coughlans Bakery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Coughlan’s Bakery, he swore he heard someone humming in perfect pitch from inside the closed shop. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw no one—just rows of freshly baked pastries, each one arranged with meticulous care. Suddenly, an old lady appeared from behind the counter and said, ‘It’s my secret recipe for croissants—can’t bake them without singing!’ The delivery driver laughed and left, thinking it was better not to disturb such a dedicated pastry artist. From then on, whenever anyone passed by late at night, they’d hear harmonies coming from Coughlan’s Bakery—and everyone assumed it was just another charming local legend.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Coughlan's Bakery, he swore he saw a shadowy figure slipping into the alley behind the shop. 'Who do you think you're stealing from?' the driver asked aloud, startling both himself and the mysterious intruder. ‘What are you doing?’ the driver demanded. The shadow turned out to be just an old cat, padding off with a baguette under its paw. ‘Aah, Coughlan’s special,’ it meowed, winking at him before vanishing into the night. The driver shook his head, smiling. Another late-night adventure at Coughlan’s Bakery—where even cats know the best bread in town.’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Coughlan’s Bakery, he noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Bread Only Served Clockwise.’ Curious, the driver entered and found only old ladies humming softly, each carefully unwrapping their loaves with meticulous clockwise precision. One winked at him and whispered, 'Break the rule, boy, and you’ll never get another slice!'

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver approached Coughlan’s Bakery, he noticed something odd on the backseat of his truck—a strange, wrapped package left behind by someone else. Curious, he opened it and found a warm loaf of freshly baked bread. Smiling, he thought, ‘Whoever left this must be a regular.’ The next morning, an apologetic neighbor knocked on his door with a fresh batch of pastries—an unexpected thank-you for delivering their secret gift.’